01-31-14
 
It's almost the month of love, and already I'm disgusted. The question is whether or not I'm disgusted with the couples I'm seeing or myself? Let's put it this way: I KIND OF hit on Dream. Brilliant, Snow Blind! Hit on not only a taken mare, but a pregnant one, too! Absolutely genius, right? God, I'm stupid. I think things are going to be a tad awkward between the two of us from now on, more on my end, I think she handles this well.
 
After that, a lot of stupid shit that didn't concern me happened, like the socially awkward newcomer Lamon almost getting a heart attack when Orange, Flora, and Weiss (I haven't formally met her, but I've heard her name and seen her - during that first TorD session I dared Mary to dance on her) all decided to tease him to the point he looked like a fireball.
 
Hear that? It's the sound of me. In my room. All this month. By myself.
 
"Don't talk of love,
but I've heard the word before;
It's sleeping in my memory.
I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island."
 
Now that I think about it, that song doesn't have that much to do with this... sounds good anyway.