Lukewarm Fantasies

No one has ever said I was nice before, but lately, I think I've fit the bill. I've recently met two newguys, Peilen and Genko. Peilen is a very straight-and-narrow type of guy, and always wants to jump into the action. Genko is... well, spacey. Maybe he's had too many magic mushrooms, but that's ok, he still hasn't lost his sense of smell yet. So, I've dragged them around, showing them all the hotspots, introducing them to the locals, and (my favorite part) showing them where to take baths. They were both so grimey! They despararetely needed some washing, and I wasn't afraid to tell them so. So showing them around is my good deed (for the year) and no one else should expect anything else, ok? Ok.

And speaking of baths, that's where I've spent most of my time. It's just easier to ignore the Hell being raised all around us when you're locked up in the Rhyme in a hot steamy bath. Sure, those blood-thirsty nocturnals cat-call at me from down the street, but they should be leaving me alone now. I've managed to scare them off. Ok, ok, Zillahface did, not me. I'm just glad they're bored with me and have moved on.

And sometimes, when I sit in my hot, steamy, bubbly bath, I close my eyes, and try to drift off.... But I'm a girl, and I always have the craziest thoughts running through my head faster than a locomotive. And sometimes... the worst feelings. In my mind's eye, I can see my Uncle Tio; you would have liked him. He's beckoning towards me, but I can't seem to go to him. Maybe it's the bathwater holding me back, or my love for whatshisface, but I can't seem to get there. I wish I knew what Uncle Tio wanted, but I've never been good at all that psychic power stuff.

Right, so I'm going to just push all of that from my crazylilhead and daydream about my boy in his zipper-pants. It can wait til tomorrow.