Author: foxtongue

scarlet ah-ha

Arrived home this evening just in time to find out why I’ve felt so utterly wretched the entire day. Black red gushed as I stepped into the house, so apparently there’s something wrong with me, as I’m not expecting anything for a week yet. I’m thinking about consulting my doctor, but perhaps not until I find out if this is somehow related to my switching of pills. Bloody uncomfortable though. Today, as it was pointed out, I was moody. I hate that. Hormones invading your brain so subtly you don’t even realize they’re stealing your thoughts and making you clumsy. Sincerest apologies to those who’ve had to deal with me today.

cinderelle wasted her fairymother on boys

so scatterbrained, dropped the box with all its pieces, memories splashing on the floor, red.

My days of late have been fraught with unexpected tensions – I only wish to be elsewhere. Somewhere with sun and music to dance to. Today I met my mother near where we used to live. I thought it might mean something to me, but it didn’t. Lost in a closed restaraunt, I felt momentarily trapped by fashionable dining, the words on the menu without sense. Letters grouped randomly, conversation repeatable. Talk on relationships – loop – repeat.
Afterwards, we went to Granville to fetch the boy. He’s looking far less jagged lately – apparently my fault. The blood was unexpected, but only startled strangers. To be cruel I could say that if I had that face, I would wish to tear it off too, but it wouldn’t be true, only biting.
Downtown there were problems with the money machines. Nothing for me, though I’d just fed it. Tomorrow I face the dragon and yank out it’s pearl teeth for groceries and gain. Not enough for the pretties I tried on today, but enough for nothing else. Bryans is a dress shop where they fit tham for humans, and the downtown outlet is closing. We wandered by on our way to somewhere else and Robin pointed a plume of shine out to me. We were sucked in. Satin and brocade and hung on a hanger happiness.

I feel so much lighter when I have a moment in a pretty dress, do you think perhaps that if women went into battle in gowns, they would do better? I think I might. Dressed to kill – my knife with a sequined handle.

The boy startled when I came from the changeroom. He had insisted, and I wasn’t feeling to argue. The room stopped and I tried not to notice, heatflushing through – then the mirror.
Depression can be bought so easily occasionally, its fear of coin amusing. I haven’t enough, sadly, for this. I haven’t any at this time. For an unholy hundred I could smile twice or even once for half. I haven’t a fifty, so I suppose I’ll stay at six.

perty

The party went well. People came, people left, I was funded and sent on a cake hunt, other people came and stayed. Wierd snacks were created, lost objects were found, numerous presents were given to various people. (The scarlet siesta doll has found it’s home – No longer have we a haunted fridge)

 

nice days

It’s been a happy day. I didn’t want my day to end without sharing that.
M’Love and I are on better terms than we probably have been in months,
we had a photoshoot today and set the livingroom on fire,
I finally put the CD ChristopherJames gave me with every Radiohead album on it onto the machine,
my pocketwatch that’s been lost forever was found hanging from the inside of the red bordello chair,
Ray I’m sure has been home for hours being blissful with his puppy,
and I have fruit and fruitsicles in the fridge