Fuck.

Justin confuses the hell out of me.

Yeah, yeah! I know. I said I wasn't going to speak of him again. But I am, because I can sort out my thoughts better if I write them out.

So Justin fought for me. He didn't win, though honestly I didn't really expect him to win. (A fighter named Duncan won, and aparently everyone was satisfied because everyone likes this Duncan character.)

He apologized and said he'd do better next time.

"Next time? Is that a proposition?"

"You bet it is."

"Well, you know, if you continue fighting for me, I'm going to make you another favour for each time you fight. Soon you'll have no room left on your belt."

"Eh."

But damn. For all he said he was attracted to me, he certainly didn't act like it. He's so damned moody and reserved.

Fuckit.

Fuck him.

Not literally of course.

I should just keep my trap shut. Nothing good happens when I open my trap.

Oh, except I sang in the bardic circle on the weekend and actually remembered the entirety of the Lament of the Irish Immigrant.

Which was surprising because I was pretty much smashed.

People kept filling my tankard. Justin filled it at least once when I wasn't looking/paying attention.

Mmm. Cheap wine.

"Rosie, sing something."

"I only know one song, though, besides Danny Boy."

"Then sing it."

"..."

So I did, and afterwards, there were a lot of surprised/shocked looks, enthousiastic clapping, and soundings of "Huzzah!"

Melissa, the seneschel, just looked at me dumbfoundedly as she clapped and said:

"Girl, we gotta get you drunk more often."

Another lord heard me singing quietly to myself and asked me if I was a bard. I confessed that I wasn't, but we had a nice long discussion about music and voice training and stuff. I admitted I had little to none, he just laughed and said to 'sing for singing'.

He looked like a fish.

No, really. The guy had a face that looked like a fish. He could gurn like you wouldn't believe, though. It was pretty funny.

Anyway, back to the point.

Justin confuses the hell out of me, and I discovered that Conrad was asking around whether I was single or not.

I just know Justin and I would never work, should we ever try, because our personalities clash badly. On the other hand, Conrad and I could work, because our personalities match to the point where we can both be utterly obnoxious.

On the other hand, I'm still with Mike, and I'm not leaving.

Speaking of which, he's now been dubbed 'Rosie's Gay Pornstar Boyfriend'.

Heheheheh.

I miss Mike.

.

Rosie.

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