mythopoeics

Aubrey claims there are some decent people here. Actually, she used the term neat but that would make us both sound juvenile.

Either way, I'm not seeing it.

Right. Since I know it's going to come up, I'd just like to make it clear that just because I have red hair, freckles, and am most definitely a soulless ginger this does not mean that I'm Irish. My fondness for the color green is because it compliments my pasty skin tone, much like the black people see me wearing a lot.

This doesn't mean that I don't love Saint Patrick's Day, just that my reasons have less to do with my ethnicity than it does with how absolutely hysterical drunk people can be.

Thank you.

I just touched down in New York. Charming place, I must say. But not ten minutes on the road, and another taxi hurtles right toward mine. Fortunate that my driver had the good sense to swerve at the last moment. There are unbecoming dents on both vehicles, of course, but we're most pleased to be walking off with all our limbs intact.

Anyway, this community is rather persistent with its invites, isn't it? Quite troublesome, really, but I'll bite. There are more than a few beautifully familiar faces, after all. Why would I bother denying myself your wonderful company?

I got a postcard from my parents today, saying they missed me and were hoping I was doing well. I'm going to write them a letter to tell them all about how awesome things are for me. It's so weird, I think this is the longest I've stayed in one place since I was seventeen. Unless you count that whole weird past two months... I've got so much here, that I haven't even thought about traveling or anything. Well, except marriage. And kids. With Hypnos. But still.

We've gotten some great new cookie recipes down at the bakery, and since the weather's been getting nicer there's been a lot of kids coming in. I love seeing their little faces light up when we give them cookie samples!

Oh, Thanatos, I saw this and thought of you -