You magical stage hands and voice boxes… My sincerest gratitude for the Gotham ambiance. Felt a little like a dinner at the Iceberg Lounge, sort of. A few voices were missing, but.. that’s okay. I got to smile and laugh. If I’m fortunate, people saw the lighting and shadows and.. well, they saw what would be my true face. :}
And if you were wondering.. of course I feel sorry.
NOW. Lemony hurrball dwinkuh
What am I even still doing this for? I should play my wrists like a violin with a kitchen- ugh. Violence is a trigger. -.- I had a decent time at a social worker’s Christmas party. There were staff, clients, and security alike, though I confess a few times I was just waiting for someone to cut or pounce on me.. Thought maybe my chair was spit on. Surprised nobody kicked my legs out or got so annoyed with my permabent smile that they .. hm. Well, they’d have someone quite serious to answer to should they have done that.
I’d probably stop me if I were you. I’d take over the city with love adventures and fashion.
Now.. where-ever am I going to find some dry tobacco and intoxicating druggo trees..
What’s on the docket for abstract ideas.. hrnnn.. A haircut, maybe eating at a shelter for at least a meal for two months to save for a convention.. new coat, boots, a suit, uhhh..
Well, sorry. I’m married to myself, and the sex is dead. Keeps me keeping along.
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