Life is so much different when you do adult things. I find that I do things differently. I watch where I walk, I don't go over the top and pounce on people, I even pay attention to my bank account in ways I never thought. Being responsible and thoughtful is a strange thing for me. I've thrown away all my cans of spraypaint, probably to the appreciation of those that I vandalized (some on a regular basis.) I've donated the clothing I gathered for the trip to Sea-at-tel since I won't be needing them anymore. And I've decided to work in my fire-dancing on a more diligent schedule. Adults are supposed to have plans, right? Well, as an adult-in-training, I'm going to do what I was born to do, and that is dance. My job is to entertain, and I think that firedancing will be a new exciting way to amuse others. I may even make a few coins from my performances when I'm certain I won't singe myself anymore than I have already. Fire dancing is an art, one t...
I had another friend that I trapped in my cottage. An older gypsy woman by the name of Sway. She liked to sway around, so I guess that's how she got her name. And don't ask me about my obsession in trapping people in my house. It's not that I trap them, I just kind of lock the door so they can't get out. Anyways, me and Sway got along real great. She'd be there hanging out in my garden practicing little jigs, and here I'd come and jump in on the dancing. I'm hoping that someday I can use the little hip tricks she taught me to seduce some boys. I must admit that she did distract me from my fire-dancing practice. She had no interest in such things, she said. She felt that it would singe her hairdo, and some gypsies won't ever risk that. But then the ... i want to say inevidable... happened. She was slaughtered. In front of my eyes. The murderer callous and irrational. Of course, he didn't care. Apparently I'm not allowed to have friends, no matter ...
There's this drug on the market that is completely legal and I find myself drawn to it whenever I'm not distracted. It's called cafe au lait. I don't know how you pronounce it, because I don't speak Latin or French or whatever, but when I drink it, it gives me this warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach. Actually, I think it's coffee, but with a prettier name. Today was one of those days that I drank cup after cup, and I lost count. Before I knew it, I had passed out on Zillahface's shoulder. I thought coffee was one of those drinks that woke you up, made you more aware and stuff, but not so for me! Zillah woke me up, and explained to me that I'm probably one of those people that is affected by coffee in a different way. That super hyper people sometimes just fall asleep while under the influence of it. Strange, isn't it? I recently tried something new as well. Since I've been hanging out with Zillahface on a regular basis, I've started s...
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