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[Augustina Domitilla]

(Copied and Pasted from Antiquated - actually written May 10th, 2007)

Dear Diary,

Some how I find myself with in the limits of being a woman. It can be frustrating playing this game with all the others. Like a rat race to get to the same level of those other beautiful young women. Or they think they are beautiful. Hah. What delusions they happen to live with in. I know better. I know the truth. Well, what I don't know yet, I will know soon.

Can anyone see through the fakeness that is the Roman nobility? I will find the secrets that thet special ones have to hide. Especially, Miss Ana. Sometimes I wonder why in the world Tiberius sees anything in the frail little girl. Well, we can't all control with such witchery. Some day. Some day soon I will know it all.

My brother. He teases me recently of my ways of charm and tretchory. Perhaps he just doesn't understand what it is to be one of the many in the world we live in. With so few of the men that we all cherish and want to be companions to, and so many of us in this stupid rat race striving and struggling to win. May the best win. He will never understand. That brings me back to the differences between men and women. Men just could never understand. They are in control, control of all the madness that ensues when they can choose one of many to court as the others trample each other to be the apple of some man's eye. Course, right now that seems to be that heir. Tiberius.

Some day. I will inherit what is truly mine. Course, that means a whole lot more appearances. A whole lot more run ins with those that are in my class. Danae, Ana, Lucia, Marcia.. and the list seems to just carry on into eternity. In the end we shall see where the fates lie. As for now I need to get to what leverage I can find on these girls. Some how it seems that is the best way is to just simply destroy the competition and eliminate the competition rather than just trying to be better.

Yours,
Augustina

[Augustina Domitilla]

(Copied and Pasted from Antiquated - actually written May 23rd, 2007)

Dear Diary,

It was another uneventful event. Or it was to me. There were no fights or threats spoken between the many rats in this said race. Course, I look at myself as the cat who will, in the end, destroy all the little rats. Sometimes it is just so trivial. All these appearances. However, I never wish that I were lower in society. I could be higher. Maybe I would be noticed more. I will work hard.

Father spoke of heading to Gaul. Like we might move to be stationed there. Why we took over such a stupid bunch of people who knew, maybe it is good terrain or the little people make good servents. Speaking of which, I need a new handmaiden.. or another. Must make a memo to speak with daddy about such things. Back on topic, I refuse to go to Gaul.

Mother seems to be pregnant again. Surely, it is a dumb decision at her age. I don't blame her.. no sons. Father has pressured for such a blessing. Three girls just isn't looked great on. But, me and my sisters. I will make him proud.

Next events, they are the coming out of some girl or another, can't recall her name. The theatre, a tradgedy. And perhaps a trip to the baths. Good gossip place.

Yours,
Augustina

[Augustina Domitilla]

(Copied and Pasted - Actually written August 4th, 2007)

Dear diary,

It has been so long since I have placed the ink to the parchment and written down my feelings and thoughts. Course, in the social life, who has much time to always be writing in such ways. I finally have found the time on this day to do such things and log the happenings of the past.

I spoke with the architect man once more. At the chariots. Says his clients are priveldged information. Some help that little chat did me. Course, I did get a chance to meet up with Lucilla and invite her to the baths. She has a promising life in the world and we could make a good team. Perhaps.

Oppius. What a gentleman. Can be somewhat charming. Course he is like that to all women. How could anyone feel special at all, when you see him go be charming to everyone. But, what man isn't. I seem to find myself making hasty retreats when he was around. Wonder if he reads into it. It is really just I am a busy woman, but whatever he thinks he can think it. All the more fun. Hmm.. Oppius.

Yours,
Augustina

[Augustina Domitilla]

Dear Diary,

A lot has passed and changed since I have last revealed my secrets to your blank understanding pages. In all the turmoil I had found myself in the same position as always, just a few enemies have gone missing or disappeared from the radar due to family scorn, embarassment, or so on.

Recently, I have found myself in a promising position and alliance with the aspiring Spurius Lucretius. It seems men work for very little these days, all it takes is a few nights of pleasing and acceptance. I can do that. I am not worried about being the most virginal choice or the most innocent choice, just to be chosen. He has said I could meet a Senator friend of his. Not a nice one, but who expects such of a husband. Love is not what they are for. Not even passion, that is left to the affairs.

Until next time, the details are held within and it is too much to disclose to you my Diary and confident.

Yours,
Augustina