(Dress: Alaïa + Mask from 99 cent store + Grannys necklace)
I sit in the shade by the pool and stare @ the note. The 32nd of august is not a good date to set for anything (except maybe dying or have your heart torn apart). I have no clue why the Attorney picked that day. Perhaps he's just a man with no sense of time or direction.
There are signs of this. 4 example I've tried to reach him without success. The voice message on his phone says: "I'm on Hawaii on holiday and will be back July 28th. Aloha!"
Nice 2 hear 4 all the clients of a lawyer specializing in "funeral law".
Sometimes it feels like I live in another dimension. Where time moves in a different way, contrasts don't exist and everybody around me speaks in riddles.
Seems the only thing stable in this madness is Aloysius sulking.
I'm getting SO f****g tired of that bear. This morning I told him that if he didn't eat his Cocoa Pops I'd forcefeed him but he just gave me an insolent stare and said that he was "my toy bear and I could treat him to my own pleasure".
Also, I asked Black if she remember Evan or know anything about him, but she said no. There's too many things taking up space in my head right now.