Grains of Grass, Blades of Sand

I'm trying to prevent myself from getting my hopes up in any situation. Today for example, I hear wind of a group of people wanting to join up and beat up some bad guys. And of course, I'm in. I love getting rid of bad guys. After much waiting around, and people being flakey (not the cornflake kind) me and a friend named Krista gave up. Krista is a big hunter type, and she doesn't like to be much in the spotlight, so I'll shush about her. We tried our best though to get the action going, but maybe another time.

This gave me time to ponder (I like using that word) where I'm going with myself. So I hung out with my hermit friend near France. He doesn't like many people, but he doesn't mind if I hang out in his garden. He wasn't much help with my mind-doodles, though. For one, my bank account is steadily getting larger. Richard the Innkeeper is stealing some, I think, though, but I'm too hesitant to approach him about it. Ah well. But now that I have this money, I'm not sure what to do with it! I mean, I've never really -=had=- much of anything! I see that some people I know are purchasing homes. Is that the next step to beckoming established? Do I -=want=- to become established? I'm just so used to wandering from place to place. Maybe I'm just exaggerating how tired my feet are. Maybe I'm just looking for excuses to be like everyone else. But I don't really want to be like everyone else. I'm myself. -=sigh=- I just think it's odd that a gypsy would own a home that isn't on wheels. Maybe I can find a caravan to join... or my own wagon! Secondly, I don't do much else with myself. I think I should be more active. I have a few friends, but not one of them close. I do enjoy the spinning I do to them, and they give in return. -=grin=- It's time to get out of my shell.

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Rowane de'Dannan said…
Heya,
Just dropping by your "website" to post a "comment" on the "internet"
P.S.
Guess who got a new "website"? Meeeeeeeee!
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