Monday, November 3, 2025

OC RP Dakota



 When I think back now, the storm hit before Halloween.  We all went out that night, it was still nice. I heard there was a storm coming in. Somebody was saying it was Hurricane Melissa, but I don't think so. I try not to watch the news these days, anyhow. It's just so bad. 

Ezra and I were together. He was trying to calm me down about the whole ordeal with Fiona and Matty. I still think she must be crazy. How could she let herself be with such, forgive me for saying it, a loser? Yeah, that's just what he is. And, it's like she thinks she doesn't deserve anyone who would actually be good for her. Sigh, I'm trying so hard not to think about it. And I'm not. Not now. Not after I lost everything in the trailer.

At least we made it to the shelter before the sirens even went off, but I didn't have time to really pack. And I know I didn't have as much as Ezra. I do have my phone and my laptop. I just wish I had thought about my favorite coffee mug and my bowl I eat cereal out of. Yeah, just two things I miss. It's kind of funny, but not really.

I have to be thankful nobody was lost in the flood. Not even the stray cat that hangs around my place.

 I don't know what I would have done if I had stayed. Life is so fragile. Those old house trailers didn't stand a chance. How could I have lived there these past few months? I still have my job. It's just that I don't have my unicorn picture anymore. A lot of the little things I didn't even know I treasured are gone now. I don't even have a coat.

It was such a rush when I had to leave. I couldn't think straight. I don't know where I would have put that picture anyway. I know I'm not the only one going through this, but it leaves me shallow and wondering what's next.

Saturday, November 1, 2025

OCRP - Fiona





 OMG...OMG..I thought Dakota was going to kill me in Matty's sports car that night. Shit, that's been like ages ago. I know. But this thing with Matty has been a lot to process. I want to help him. I don't want to lose him. God, he's like a creepy Harry Styles, but better. I mean, he's got problems. Real problems. So yeah, what else was I supposed to do? 

Needless to say, Dakota thinks I've lost it, and maybe I have.  But you know, how I like to do everything the hard way. And well...he's here. Yeap. Matty's not going anywhere. Really. 

Yes, it's a bit tight in my small space. And maybe..maybe we'll move, but a lot has to happen before then. Matty needs to find a real job. Oh, he has that one at the art gallery, but they only pay him occasionally.

He really is good at art, you know. But..and there is a but..it's so dark I'm not sure anyone gets it and, you know, it's good sex when it happens, or so he says. Speaking of which. Well, it seems his medication doesn't do much for his libido. Actually, it's kind of hard for me to understand why he would even fancy me.

Well, I'm weird, and evidently, he's into weird. I dunno, something about my eyes. I might have better luck with a cat. He wouldn't eat as much.

So yeah, and well, there was Halloween, which wasn't a huge deal. I did meet up with some of the peeps around here, and we had a bonfire and made s'mores. It was very mellow and chill.  Dakota and Ezra and Ezra's other half, Han's brought this goth chick. I didn't see that coming. Now if we could only find someone for Saint Nav. Really, he's the best handy guy around. Now if only he could teach Matty how to fix things.