After-affects and Now-effects

Sometimes I have so much going on in my head, I don't know where to start. I'm supposed to write in one of these things to help sort through the garblemess of my brain, but I don't think it's helping much.

Everyone and everything changes. Constantly. You have to hang on for the ride, and accept it when it's your turn. My world flippy-flopped in a time and place called Sea-at-tel. I've met a new partner in crime, as well, and even though his face is familiar, it could never match to my spikey-haired lover. And it feels good to have a Lime-eyed Fan Club. The trip was ... a hurdle to say the least. I can barely describe half of what I saw, and can't fathom how people live in a day and age like that. Magic... oh magic, how they do without! I wish not to live to that time and place where I can't use the power given to me at birth. My chronicles of Sea-at-tel will be posted within the next few publications of the Times if you care to know of a world completely different than... well... here.

And on the subject of changes, I'm not the only gypsy to grow roots. My sister Kizzie has purchase a home! And it's only a neighborhood away! Surely, the Romanis in my neighborhood don't stray as far as she is, but she's chosen a good spot not to be scrutinized. She likes her privacy.

And more changes? People are getting married. It's such a ... weight. Caravan life is nothing like this. I have brothers and sisters from different fathers, and that's the norm. Free love is just that... free. And everyone contributes to the family. My contribution is well... shrinking and dismal. But whatever floats all those people's canoes.

Beyond that, have a wonderful holiday full of spirit and joy.

Comments

Zillah said…
Did someone say 'free love'? I'm here to collect, gimme.
7:09 PM
Nadia Ravenswick said…
Dear,

I'd just like you to attend my wedding. You and your fun gypsy self. Who knows, maybe we can make a side trip either before or after vows and we can tag a few key places in Hell. You know, like what we did to the Grendel Villa that one time?

Yeah, that'd be fun, and worryless! Yeah...

-Nadie
9:37 AM
Zillah said…
... erm?
3:23 PM
Lime said…
hmm?
6:33 PM
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