MAD RABBIT SOCIETY

When it's storming out, Michael loves to go jumping into the dark waves. But when he doesn't come back, David makes Sam go looking for him.

Secrets are coming out, I think. And Dwayne is causing problems.

I think what I have planned is diabolical. Someone in the comments last week used that word and I'm addicted to being diabolical now. Might do my nails first but I'm home, I've had too many hot tamales candies to eat so I don't want dinner, so it's time to write.

Can't decide how I feel about this one. I walk a weird line about "is this too femme or not". Being forced to cosplay as a girl at work when I'm clearly a creature makes clothes hard.

No one listens to her. Everyone on the bus is involved in conversation. But the funny thing is my mom and I are in front of her talking about gay vampires, and what my mom can't hear is the woman seated behind the little old lady talking really loudly about serial killers, Freddy Kruger and Michael Myers. (Little Old Lady does not know that the two older women in front of me are talking about Chucky.) That's what I was laughing about when my mom asked me because I'd clocked what the women in the back were talking about and it occurred to me there was one normal old woman on this bus of people who were more than a little fucked up.

Using the intrepid filter on Picmonkey like it's 2012 for this picture, but I wanted to show off this cute shark journal & other things I got from this store in Cape May yesterday. I had an idea for a Bottomfeeder chapter yesterday while I was swimming that I might write in the journal. I had a lovely conversation with the lady at the register about the bracelets (I wanted the one that said "punch nazis", but I figured I'd accidentally wear it somewhere inappropriate) and I HIGHLY recommend this cute little store.

Seriously tho people remarked on my all black swimsuit? Anyway, the ocean water has healed me, thank you Cape May.

My animal crossing tourists are about to look totally rad.