It 's Just A Regular Day

The man smiled at me. “Fine, then. We won’t change your image; we’ll just enhance it. I need to polish you up a bit, but your aversion to all things fake might just be your greatest asset here. Hold on to that, honey.” He patted me on the back and walked away, sending a group of women swarming my way.”

Morgan, Kris and the kids get here in the morning. I turned in my class work for the week ahead of time because I knew I wouldn't get it done with them here. We go to court on Tuesday for the finalization of Kris adopting the kids. It will be a great

You're both positively gorgeous. I wish I were a modeling scout right now. I would recruit you both and give you my card and hurry you into the agency right away—oh wait, no, I am sorry. I am going off again. I just came here to apologize, but now you probably think I am more crazy, though now I’m probably just buzzing,” she chuckled to herself. “You know… I should buy myself a house here, gorgeous houses, gorgeous tall people, and faces. No! I’m getting sidetracked again,” she scolded herself, and her eyes flicked back up toward Gemma. “Excuse me, are you the owner of this

Yuuko was walking around this place. She had brought Maru and Moro with her. She had realized there was no coincidences or happenstance just the inevitable so she had thought it was inevitable that she had came here. Yuuko had wondered what Watanuki was doing at this moment, since he was becoming important to her. Yuuko was thinking making another shop in this place since she would be here for many years to come. [i]I wonder if Kimihiro is doing okay at this moment, but I don't think Hiwatari is necessarily his lady luck at all. He needs to stay with Doumeki[/i] Yuuko thought.

“I look hot in- ah- in everything.” Taehyung gasped, letting out a breathless whimper as Jungkook bit down on his

“I’m just sayin’! It’s obvious this guy has a thing for Haruhi! It’s sickening to try and watch him flirt!” Hikaru loudly insulted.

I hope things are doing a little better for you there in California. I know that your visit is coming to an end and that you will be heading out in a few days. Things have been super busy over here. This morning they had a father and son car building event at the church and took David. It is like the boy scouts and it is making a car out of wood. Well, are car is not looking so good but we have three weeks to build it before they have the race. I will send you a picture of our final creation that will hopefully resemble a car when we get done with it. Caitlyn started school on Friday and I took her out to ice cream the night before to give her a pep talk for the new semester. Lastly, my Carla and I just got back from a nice dinner... we celebrated our two month wedding

“Seriously?” one of the other men asked. “Why has it taken so long for you guys to get here?”

Connie huffed and began to apply a more than generous layer of marmalade to her toast. “Y'know, I really don't see how you weren't sorted into Ravenclaw.”

Quiet day. Very wet. Sent card to Mrs Hedges and one home. Had soup in packets issued for dinner. General Congreve passed down again at about 5pm. Just come off guard. Lot of sniping going on.

This is the student Hodaya. How are you? How have the last few months been?

It was a pretty normal day, till dinner. After we had dinner, I went and checked if we had any Fireworks left from last year In the closet.

“Wanna crash the mall?” Kate suggested. “I see why not. With us Bruce and Harleen?” Selina asked, turning her head towards them. Harleen nodded in agreement but Bruce looked very disinterested at the sudden proposal. “Whatever, Bruce.” Selina mocked as she began walking away with Kate alongside her. Bruce stuck his middle finger up and Selina returned the gesture.

I never thought the viewpoint on someone I love, would change so fast. When I was ten I was just having a normal day, I woke up, went to school, learned a bunch of stuff and then came home. My brother, Whyatte, came up to me and told me “Dad had an accident we have to go to the hospital.”

“Your cake is good,” mumbles Alastair, pushing the remnants of Alice’s supposedly tear-enhanced cake around on his plate. “But so’s yours,” he says, nodding towards Calla.