Fitzgerald Family Fables

Hello! The author here. No content on the Fitzgeralds this time, but my reading circle buddy Ny nominated me for the Handwriting Challenge. As copy pasted from her website ... Rules: Write your name Write your blog’s name Write your favorite word and its definition Write something nice Write the name of your favorite song right now What are you writing with? Write a fun fact about yourself Write/draw your favorite emoticon Write a silly message Write who you’re tagging I also got a request for my normal handwriting and my "note-taking" handwriting. So here are both pictures as a comparison. My everyday handwriting. My note-taking handwriting. Since I'm pretty sure you'll have trouble reading what I wrote, lemme translate it into typeface. I answered the questions in order. Purple  Fitzgerald Family Fables inimitable: so good or unusual as to be impossible to copy; unique. You are great! :) um...something off the Hamilton cast a...

While Joaquin was sleeping, I made a trip to the bathroom. I made it to the toilet just in time, and kneeled over the toilet for a while, just dry heaving. Ick. To be, like, totally honest, I'd rather have barfed and just gotten on with it. As I lay on my side, my mind started racing. It'd been three nights in a row of this shit, and a while since I'd last needed those tampons hidden under my bed. I couldn't be... could I? Joaquin and I hadn't exactly been careful. Only one way to find out for sure. It took some digging around, but I found it.  The directions were easy enough: pee on the stick and wait five minutes.  Three minutes. Two. One. "Come on, come on, please..." Positive. Fuck. I threw the stick onto the floor and sat down beside it. Just me and my thoughts for a moment. Thinking. Nearby, the sink spouted a perfect arc of water. I wasn't ready to be a mom. Was I? I had a little foo...

I'm not gonna lie, kissing Joaquin caught me, like, totally off-guard. But it felt...right. I don't know if there's a Watcher out there, but if there is, I sent them I silent "thank you" for sending Joaquin my way. But the garden was calling, so we went to go handle it. Joaquin was a huge help - two people definitely made the job, like, so much easier. I gave him a quick reward before we parted ways to go look for more harvestables nearby. I beat him back to the house, so I made a quick fruit salad for dinner. Damn, I really needed a stove soon - with two people, it'd be helpful to have one, I guess. Even though I can't cook for shit. But Joaquin doesn't need to know that. But the salad was way easy. And it smelled good. Score one for Brittany. Joaquin came back shortly after. "Find anything interesting?" he asked me. "Nah, just some more bluebells and pears. Nothing new. But we c...

Oh, hey there. 'Sup? Yeah, that's right. I see you, you know. Not insane or nothing, just...perceptive, you could say. Wanna know a secret? You wanna know why I moved in? Why I'm happy sleeping on the couch? Or working in a garden?  It's because of her. She's so beautiful. But you knew that, didn't you? "But J," you're saying, "what if she don't like you back? Then this could've been-" Foolish? Impulsive? Hell, it's better than hearing the noises out of Sergio and Paolo's room. Cool dudes, don't get me wrong, but since my name wasn't on the mortgage on account of Sergio's parents being loaded vs. me being a broke-ass dumbass who moved out of la casa de su   mamá the minute he could... I just had to pay the utilities. Anyway, I don't think this was a mistake. At least, I sure hope not. "So I was thinking," Brittany said. "You, me, nightclub, yes?" ...

Waking up the next morning was, like, great. Until I realized work started in forty minutes. And that I reeked  of total filth. Talk about ick. But when I got home,  I saw my mysterious benefactor had made a small update to the house. It wasn't much - but it did bring in a fridge and a sink, both desperately needed. Plus, I got to move my mirror away from the toilet. Always a bonus, I guess. Not long after, Paolo called and invited me out to the pub.  "Joaquin'll be there too, don't stress." I could hear his smirk over the phone. Smug bastard. Did he know something I didn't? But whatever. Cheap drinks and foosball? I'm down. So in hindsight, maybe two against wasn't totally fair. Paolo was holding his own, though. "Lots of practice. Doesn't hurt Marcus used to have a table and taught me a few tricks." he joked. Eventually, I got bored and grabbed a table. Jesminder joined me a moment later. ...