Isabella Stuart's Journal

Sunday, December 30th, 2001

Time:	10:17 pm.
Mood:	worried.

I forgot that this existed. My, there's a lot to catch up on. Unfortunately, I don't quite know where to start. I could begin at the end. Or the beginning.. Either way, things won't make a whole lot of sense.

Comments: 2 lovers - love me.

Friday, November 9th, 2001

Time:	4:31 pm.
Mood:	thoughtful.

Have not written anything in a few days. My apologies.

The week was basically a lot of nothing. Went to the party at Jen's (Tuesday night) and met her two friends Rocco and Jacob. Rocco was delicious, and we talked for about an hour on clothing, but he was gay. Such a disappointment! Chalk up another friend for Isabella, though. Many of my closest friends are gay men with impeccable senses of style. I have gotten a bit off track.. Jacob did not seem like anything of all. Fortunately, he proved himself to be something later on, if you know what I am getting at.

The week was not much of anything besides the party. Another manicure.. my nails look nice as always. Another shopping trip, though I'm beginning to get bored with the city. It's a shame that New York has a 'cloud of terrorism' over it.

I remember when my older sister Tracy would dance home from clubs at three in the morning, humming the latest Madonna song as she made her way to her room. It all seemed so exciting at the time. What is it now? Exciting? Hardly. Perhaps I've been here too long. Is it destined to be the same all the time?

I think we're suffering from a loss of interesting men. Blah. Where have all the attractive ones gone?

Comments: 3 lovers - love me.

Monday, November 5th, 2001

Time:	8:31 pm.
Mood:	drunk.

i am not just drunk, i am very drunk hooray

Comments: 2 lovers - love me.

Saturday, November 3rd, 2001

Time:

9:15 pm.

a bit after 9 here. Stopped at an internet cafe where this guy is arguing with the inept barista type about froth. I'm getting a bit hooked on this journal, which is unbelievable. I suppose it's just the insatiable desire to tell most everyone about myself.

Going back to my place sometime around 1. Going with this boring stockbroker type to some club filled with mindless ravers.

It gets boring. I need some variety. Maybe the trip will help.

Comments: 1 lover - love me.

Time:	2:47 pm.
Mood:	cynical.

On the laptop now, trying to hide my disgust as Sherry boasts of her Manolo Blahnik tuxedo pumps. Trying not to snicker, I think of the better Suede D'Orsay pair I just picked up at Neiman Marcus. Sherry can be so infuriating at times. Then again, she must not think too highly of me.

Never mind, she does. She's going on and on about the shoes still.

Mind-numbing. At least the fact that my Michael Kors skirt is better than her sad excuse of an escandar.. thing .

I do love myself.

Comments: love me.

Time:	10:13 am.
Mood:	giggly.

I can't believe I'm still in this late on a Saturday. After all, I could be out at the gym already. Or perhaps shopping. I really do want that Dior dress.. yum. I can see it already. Perfect for Jen's party next week. Once I get it, her boyfriend won't be able to keep away. He'll be drooling again, falling at my feet, begging me to seduce him. Ah. I do love my life.

Unfortunately, the hangover from last night is still a bit bad. Tony- or Roger- or is his name John.. and I got a bit drunk. Hottest sex I've had in a while, though.. I thought it was getting boring.

Pleasant surprise, no?

I'm off - lunch with Olivia at noon. Should be a bore, considering she's so obsessed with her current snooze of a fiancee. Patrick Donnell. Ha! Used spring EMPORIO ARMANI never suffices in my world. Not even in the spring!

Comments: 1 lover - love me.

Time:	10:02 am.
Mood:	irritated.

How gauche. A "shoe selector". As if I need to select shoes. I took the menial little thing anyway.

# 1 platforms
# 2 black chuck taylor all star
# 3 jesus sandals (the strappy ones)

Excuse me, but I would never wear sneakers, unless they were at least $500 or so. And "Jesus Sandals"? Do I look like the son of God?

Comments: 1 lover - love me.

Friday, November 2nd, 2001

Time:	2:51 am.
Mood:	blank.

They say these journals help people with problems. I don't have many problems, I suppose, but perhaps it will help anyway.

I am Isabella Stuart. Twenty- two years old. I live in New York, a place unfortunately currently tainted by the bombings.

The bombings did little to shatter my world. Everyone in my world is placid and perfect. Faces with names.

My life is seemingly perfect, right down to the very last fabricated detail. I suppose I am happy, though I have little to feel. Nothing is of value besides material possessions.

Fortunately, I am blessed with many.

Comments: love me.

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