mythopoeics

It's funny, I've finally gotten a rare moment to myself so that I could jot down some thoughts, and I can't think of a thing worth writing. Isn't that always the case?

This talk of marriage has led me to wonder what a life as a married woman would be like. I wonder, do all girls dream of marriage as a child? And if so, to married women, has the fantasy lived up to the expectations now that it's happened?

Humor me -- truth is truth, no matters whose lips it comes through. Is this not correct?

Dear diary,

I'm being shipped off to marry some douchecanoe person in a place with crappy weather and-



Oh bollocks. I spilled my ink again.


Can I go home now? I miss my bed, good food and not having to keep losing my pens. WHERE ARE ALL MY PENS.

Well.

Well.


It'll be interesting.

A riddle, for all the weary (read: bored out of their minds) travelers:

Born in white, live in green, die in red, bury in black.

Also, I wouldn't mind a few conundrums myself. Throw some my way, won't you?

[Filter: Baldr]

I'll be arriving in Glastheim soon. I hope I find you and your family well.

[Filter: Persephone]

I'm sorry to have left you in Mictlan, love. I'll bring something home for you.