#pre date

“Just a minute,” she murmured to herself. She would pass through the center of town and trail along the perimeter of the fence and follow it until she reached the street where her house now resided. Perfectly innocent -- just taking the scenic route home. She was not obsessed, thank you very much, Winnie.

Her journey paused, though, hit a snag, half way through. She forgot that the center of town meant Town Hall. It meant pitted concrete and blood stains and boarded windows... In Greek mythology, gods bled ichor. Slippery, metallic golden fluid. Angels, they all learned, just bled blood. Sticky and thick and bubbling. Just like humans. 

An evening breeze picked up Stella’s hair but she was locked, immobile. This was where it had all ended and all started. Old world and new world colliding, the resulting implosion sending ripples across the earth as they knew it. And anyone could tell you, those closest to the blast were the most affected.

I still don't care much about tonight.

I'm still going all out with effort in making myself look fabulous.

I'm hoping that he doesn't look like his pictures (in a bad way) so that the rest is clear cut.

I don't even feel like hot chocolate right now.

I can't wait to see the Irishman tomorrow.

I'm a little bit mean.

...but I've had worse done to me.

I really shouldn't be eating food that has garlic & onions in it, but oh well!

Did I mention I'm excited about tomorrow?

I put boring underwear on to save my sexy ones for the weekend.