Charlie Chaplin in the park starts soon. Half an hour maybe. I should get going but it’s difficult. I don’t know who else will be there. In spite of a rather engaging chat with some of Silva‘s brilliant friends, I’m feeling rather alone this evening. I need work that let’s me accomplish something I suppose or let’s me pretend I do. I’m alone in the box now, wandering about looking for the ferret, underwear, and warm things. If it were slightly warmer I would collect dashing apparel and kill my way through the park but.. *sighs* Chill cancels out fishnets. Maybe I’ll wear the gloves anyways, just so I know they’re there. I’m learning how to look like someone you would want to kick your ass and I’m liking it. Keeps me stablized when I’m feeling lonely and violent. Time to go blow things up. Time to get my boy back in town. I need some boots that lace halfway to heaven and I’m set.
{some notes on a piano in an old house with blue painted walls and a hardwood floor}
Talking with William adds to my procrastination, but it’s also a nice one. Bloody bastard world, sending me to all these wonderful people. I need to start up a dangerous hobby so I can be as interesting. Any suggestions?