In my new home...

In my new home, I've trapped a gypsy woman. She seems not to mind. She's the type of gypsy that walks around town, "accidentally" bumping into people, and at the same time steals their coinpurse. There isn't anything to steal in my threadbare cottage, so I've trapped her there. Earlier today she was rocking in my chair... even though it's not a rocking chair. Then, later, in my garden, she was pulling leaves off the bay tree. I guess she just needed attention, because when I started talking to her, she just wanted to talk about makeup and fashion, things I have no idea about. I quickly bored of her conversation and went for a stroll in the abbey instead.

So I've had lots of time to think. I'm not sure if thinking is such a good idea but something drastic is going to happen. Yes, yes, I know that's vague, but I can be mysterious if I want to be. My only friend screwed up! Yes you did! I know you're reading this and glaring at me mentally, but whatever! So just sit there looking smug, thinking you did the right thing, thinking you had no choice. You always have a choice.

Anyways, so in my boredom hanging out in my cottage, I practiced a little firedancing. Let's just say it didn't go so well.

-=fizzlefizzle=-

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Zillah said…
No, I am glaring at you quite literally.
I did NOT screw up; I got screwed with, thank you very much.

Now what tricks does the little vagrant thnik she has up her sleeves, hmm? Mystery doesn't suit you, 'Limeface.'
12:03 AM
Lime said…
who said i was talking about youuuuu?



ok, i was.
5:02 AM
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