plots and schemes and spies, ohmy!

This would have been spiffier if I'd thought ahead and had three different locations, or at least managed to do more with the second. But I didn't. :p I'm lazy and I used up my need to create a room with Tishy's room. [Not the room you see Tish in, but Princi's in Tishy's room.] So... Yeah.

Previously: Princi borrowed Dru's skirt and, well, I left it on too long and she's got this weird stainage going on. She's currently undergoing therapy to remove it. As such she's been removed from the girls for quite awhile. The Fleet's been guarding her, after she punched both of the boys and told them if they so much as looked at her she'd take out their kneecaps and then give them to my nephew.
Tishy's been hearing tales of various other Pandas getting their girlfriends, or at least knowing she'll be arriving sometime before Hades freezes over. [I don't know how since my room is as far away from this room as it could be in this house, so I suspect Pullips have a secret underground gossip mill.] She's in a bit of a funk over this, cuz, you know, fleeing your home and leaving your best friends and the possible love of your life? Not happy making, dahling. But new Tori album!

Onward.

( Someone's up to no good )

and his mama kept him locked up in rehab

Weird. Sometimes I remember the oddest things. I hadn't thought about this one in awhile. Until we moved here in '98, I lived in a neighborhood filled with fairly well off [okay, fairly rich, actually] old people. :p It was a loverly place to grow up until you realized certain things. Like everyone was white, not Jewish [they had their own neighborhood across the highway. How was I to know until someone told me? Huh.], and pretty much all the same. Old. I cannot stress the old bit enough. There was a serious lack of people my age who actually lived there and weren't just visiting the grans.

I had one friend there. I didn't meet her until after Hugo [the hurricane], and she and I were lightyears apart in all sorts of things. She was private school, horseback riding, car for her 16th birthday, held back a year because school didn't interest her, stick thin fabulous. Also more than a little bitchy, well before I could identify bitchy. I was public school brain with serious social awkward moments, and hadn't seen stick thin in a couple of years. But we got along due to a mutual love of my little ponies, horses in general, mischief, and the ability to spend all summer outside. We also did a lot of "let's pretend", which was great.

Got all that? Kay. One day I went over to her house for whatever reason, and she spent an hour detailing how her mother didn't like me. Hated in fact. In excrutating detail. And I felt, the whole time, like someone was kicking me in the chest. Over and over and over and over. I'd never done anything to this woman, I was more polite than her daughter ever was, and I tried not to impose upon her family often. If I was over and Kate and I made a mess, I did try and get the girl to clean up before we ran outside never to be seen again. Over and over. And thing is, paranoid though I am/was, i think she got a kick out of telling me. I never did find out if it was true, if her mom didn't like me, or my family. But I couldn't look at her again without feeling like someone was trying to cave my chest in.

but my childhood is gone, and I'm not afraid of dying..

Don't wanna go to work tonight. Need to go do some laundry. Yesterday I got to read an entire book in almost one sitting. I never get to do that anymore. I read Up & Out which was actually very good once we got past the annoying as hell character who made much of the first third of the book painful to read. A chick lit book that didn't make me feel guilty for reading. Yay!

Kay. Laundry. I will do this. I can't wear this shirt to work tonight. Just... can't.