Death Does Not Become Me....

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

So I know everyone has been hanging on the edge of their seats wanting to know every little detail that goes on in my little nomadic life. Calm down, calm down. Instead of giving you juicy gossip to hold you over til my next fruitful update, I'll just say that things are going really well. Maybe really well. Maybe sometimes I get really excited and have to calm myself down so I look and act like a normal human being. Ok, I'm over it. Some people don't like feet in their face. It's kind of funny really. I'm surprised I haven't gotten my toes bitten off, but maybe I'm just lucky. Me and Zillah were sitting in his bathtub, you know, the one that I want for myself, and I kept wiggling my toes in his face. He didn't like that much. I've learned that in the world of Sea-at-tel, there is no magic. How can people exist without magic?? I rely on my magic so much to get me through my days. It feeds me, it keeps me warm, it protects me from fire, it

My first relationship was never like this. I was sixteen, barely old enough to know what emotion was. He was in his thirties... and married. But he was a knight, and I had that naive soft spot for men dressed in shiney clothes. His wife, which I'm sure was a very nice lady, was never around, and we found ourselves sneaking off and hiding so as no one (and when I say no one, I mean his friends and brother knights) could stumble upon us. We would talk for hours, about everything you've ever wanted to talk about with someone. But we never kissed. Yes, we liked each other very much, but he was dedicated to his lost wife, so we shared nothing more than held hands. Sir Geber was an honorable man, and I hope not to shame him with this story. Our meetings ended suddenly and without any warning, but I still look back on them with a smile. Even if it wasn't a full-fledged relationship; even if there was no physical contact, I wantedthat same dedication that Sir Geber felt fo