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Jan. 27th, 2006 07:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zustiferOh, Diary, truly it's been just forever since I've written! My sincere apologies are yours, of course. I know you shan't be upset.
Things really have changed. I have gotten well set-up in the pleasantest little boarding-house, near to the dirty, bustling city. I have a room-mate, who is a sweet thing (although she is from the south) and surely is my dearest of friends here in this new place. She draws the most cunning little scenes for the news-paper, and people look at them! They are akin to the Katzenjammer Kids, if you are aware of them. Their little accents! Mother always used to say that a lady shouldn't have a vocation, but she is gone now, and I daresay unless I am married right quick I may have little other option. My inheritance will last a little longer. I would like to have a new frock made, though, since I haven't anything I'm not ashamed to wear in the presence of city folk. I may enquire at the nearby printing-house, but that does seem dirty and loud work. I don't quite know if I could bear it.
A letter has just arrived from my sister, diary, which contains news that will shock you! She is gone to the Far East! I do not know what she is about, but her own words assure me that she is well and becoming ever more adept in all their queer ways. I wonder if I shall know her upon her return. Even the post-markings upon the letter are strange and alarming.
My brother is still housed at his boarding school. He is not so happy, but he is learning to be a gentleman and surely that is not pleasant.
My room-mate and I are expecting visitors, our suitors who are employed at a board-game house. I did not even know that board-games employed people, until we met them that were! It's wholly unseemly to entertain men visitors without chaperone, but our land-lady who lives upstairs will surely keep an ear to the floor, unless I miss my guess. She is with child and quite a shrew besides, but there is nothing to be done about her. So do not fret, diary, all is accounted for.
I must run off to prepare some tea, lest we be unprepared. I do so wish for us to be proper hostesses, although my room-mate's beau is something of a fop, and I fear that little shall satisfy him.
[Edit: 28th: Whoops. Well, there WAS going to be more to this, but I fell asleep. Looks like it'll just have to be kind of dull.]
Things really have changed. I have gotten well set-up in the pleasantest little boarding-house, near to the dirty, bustling city. I have a room-mate, who is a sweet thing (although she is from the south) and surely is my dearest of friends here in this new place. She draws the most cunning little scenes for the news-paper, and people look at them! They are akin to the Katzenjammer Kids, if you are aware of them. Their little accents! Mother always used to say that a lady shouldn't have a vocation, but she is gone now, and I daresay unless I am married right quick I may have little other option. My inheritance will last a little longer. I would like to have a new frock made, though, since I haven't anything I'm not ashamed to wear in the presence of city folk. I may enquire at the nearby printing-house, but that does seem dirty and loud work. I don't quite know if I could bear it.
A letter has just arrived from my sister, diary, which contains news that will shock you! She is gone to the Far East! I do not know what she is about, but her own words assure me that she is well and becoming ever more adept in all their queer ways. I wonder if I shall know her upon her return. Even the post-markings upon the letter are strange and alarming.
My brother is still housed at his boarding school. He is not so happy, but he is learning to be a gentleman and surely that is not pleasant.
My room-mate and I are expecting visitors, our suitors who are employed at a board-game house. I did not even know that board-games employed people, until we met them that were! It's wholly unseemly to entertain men visitors without chaperone, but our land-lady who lives upstairs will surely keep an ear to the floor, unless I miss my guess. She is with child and quite a shrew besides, but there is nothing to be done about her. So do not fret, diary, all is accounted for.
I must run off to prepare some tea, lest we be unprepared. I do so wish for us to be proper hostesses, although my room-mate's beau is something of a fop, and I fear that little shall satisfy him.
[Edit: 28th: Whoops. Well, there WAS going to be more to this, but I fell asleep. Looks like it'll just have to be kind of dull.]
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Date: 2006-01-28 09:29 pm (UTC)Ever thankful for your hospitality,
-Lord (or Lady) Gislebertus, of 343
*soon to be permanently residing at Shalebridge Cradle, G_d willing*