Gabrielle's Life and Writings

Gabrielle Lawson, writer of Fanfiction. I will use this space to keep a journal about my writing, the progress I'm making, stories I'm working on, writer's blocks I'm having, our adoption process and progress and just life in general.

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I'm multifaceted and highly educated. I have a BA in History and an MA in Museum Studies. But I couldn't make a living in a museum, so my hobby--computers--became my living. I'm now a charter member Microsoft Certified Desktop Support Technician. I aspire to be a professional writer and/or poet. I am a Christian and have been living by His grace for the last four years or so, despite the MegaStress and now the GigaStress. He keeps me going, and displays His glory still, in my life.

Monday, December 01, 2003

I want a tag-team life


I'd tag my partner right now and let her do the fighting. Things have gotten ugly. I haven't seen my sister (who supposedly lives with me) since Friday. She's avoiding me like the plague. She is also ignoring my text messages and my phone calls. She has, of course, not paid me any rent.

Still, I'm serious about her not staying here. Shouldn't be too much of a problem for her. She's staying somewhere now. She only needs to get her stuff out at this point.

And the other sister is apparently not over yet either. She sends me an e-mail once in awhile. Otherwise I don't hear from her either. No one else has come down on me. Just no one else really just calls me either. So it's kind of lonely here.

My friends support my decision, as does a former pastor, though he says I should apologize just the same. Because of my sister's perception, right or wrong, that I was hurting her. He says I should write a letter expressing three things: an apology, how I gave her a month longer because she is my sister than I would have given just any roommate, and that I believe she can make it on her own. I added one of my own: her failure to communicate. Of course, I don't know how to deliver this letter. And I don't know if she'll bother to read it before she wads it up and throws it in the floor.

So, have I written? Well, no. When will I? Wish I knew. I need to tag out.

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