I love Christmas decorations. One of the biggest bummers about living in an apartment is that I don’t have a front yard to decorate. The most I get is the balcony. We also got to decorate the coffee shop, which was an… interesting experience. It worked out, and the shop is very sparkly and colorful and festive, it just required a lot of yelling, at least according to Tycho. He’s a strange one.
"DECK THE HALLS!"
Trace rolled her eyes. She and Tycho were alone in the coffee shop with a box of various Christmas ornaments, and Tycho had taken on the role of slave driver. “I’m decking.”
“So apparently Jordan is never coming over here again. Ever.” Tycho said, looking down at his phone. “He used four exclamation points there so he might actually mean it.”
Angel nodded. “That sounds pretty serious, at least for Jordan anyway.”
“Maybe you should apologize.”
“What?” Trace asked, truly dumbfounded. “What for?”
“For traumatizing him?” Angel suggested. “That’s just a thought.”
“Okay, nobody ever told me he was deathly afraid of bees. In all the time I’ve known him, which admittedly isn’t a hugely long
Um... hi? I don't think I've actually kept a journal since I was in school, so I kind of forgot how to start them. I’m just supposed to start babbling I guess. Here goes…
So, my therapist said I should start keeping a journal. She's not going to read it or anything, but she said it might bring up some things I want to talk about. Whatever. I guess it kind of makes sense. If nothing else it gives me something to do, and it makes it look like I'm actually listening to her. She’ll probably consider that progress.
“Trace, what the hell are you doing?” The tone in Tycho’s voice made it sound like Trace mus