Repose

I see that being a different gender doesn't solve anything. It hurts even more knowing how miserable I was because I never knew Conall. It's taking some time to stop looking at dresses though.

Although I know there's a niche for that.


I hope people who were lost in mazes were happy after they'd found their way out.

So. What kind of messed up things are we expecting for Thanksgiving? Roaming rabid turkeys? Racist and problematic depictions of the first Thanksgiving by a class of pre-schoolers? Embarrassing performances by irrelevant artists on NBC?

To anyone who has any idea of what this might mean, Uncle Maurice says the key is inside the toby jug on top of the cupboard in the living room, if you needed it.

I need to stop listening to Leonard Cohen when I'm having lyricist's block - it's bad enough that he plays like he's got an extra eight fingers, I can't compete with that and poetry

In other news, I'm looking for a job. Anyone up for hiring a stupid kid?

WHO: Jeremiah March & Hannah Smith
WHEN: Tuesday evening.
WHERE: Jeremiah's place.
SUMMARY: Jeremiah told Hannah he'd teach her dancing, and then fix her dinner.
WARNINGS: None, will update if that applies. :)
STATUS: complete.

( It felt like home, for a few moments, like he was back prepping for a stage show, or in his studio in Seattle. )

[After this.]

[Leena B]

What are the chances you have access to a car?

[Cautiously: to 'Frank']

Did he find you okay? Your friend in glitter and hot pants?

[Public and anonymous]

I'm looking for somebody from the corn maze. You'd gotten yourself drowned, and you looked a lot more dead than I did.

[Public]
I'm reaching out to somebody I crossed paths with on Halloween. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry I attacked you in the orchard like I did. Feel free to tell me to go to hell.

[Marta F]

Hey.