| Gardens, Afternoon, Jazz and OTA |
[22 Oct 2008|11:22am] |
No, Jazz was not stalking random male tenants through the garden. Stalking was such a strong word. Selective walking was more appropriate.
She followed, not stalked, followed.
Besides, all for a good cause. Which she would have been happy to explain if she weren't too busy ducking behind a bush so she wouldn't get caught.
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| Friday Night: Alone in Her Apartment |
[05 Sep 2008|08:48pm] |
There was something sitting in my stomach, a ball of emotions I'm still struggling to figure out. There's worry, and fear and, strangely, what feels remarkablely like embarrassment. Shame, even.
Who'd a thunk...Estrella Gonzalez can feel shame after all.
I'm not going to tell anyone, I've decided. Telling myself I'll fail and then doing so is one thing, but someone else telling me I'll fail and then actually doing it something else all together.
Dije tan a usted.
Worst sentence ever in my book.
No. I'll do it on my own. Then...if it all goes wrong, nobody has to know but me.
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| Pup-ID: Alec Reyes |
[14 May 2008|06:28pm] |
( Alec Reyes )
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