mythopoeics

You'd think, after everything we've dealt with of late, that a small, winged, flying creature wouldn't be something problematic, but I believe I've gotten an idea of how things work around here. That being said, my 'friend' is making himself difficult to ignore.

I've tried everything -- setting out puzzles in an effort to distract him, following the guidelines regarding fairies in books, and even pretending the little wretch doesn't exist -- but all for naught. He's a persistent little thing, and seems fond of distracting me at the most inconvenient of times. It's getting tougher to act as though he's not bothering me, especially in public places.

Does anyone have any suggestions? I'm sick of this pint-sized menace dumping ashes onto my morning omelet in an effort to get my attention.

I will never understand how tea can be so expensive here. It pains me sometimes. I suppose having money means I shouldn't complain too much, but...

If that fairy throws more of it on the floor, we're going to have issues...I am going to have to find a place to lock it where he can't get to it. At least he's not interrupting my work...during the day.

Is this normal?

For once, it's a good thing I read this damn thing before jumping to conclusions. Good to know I'm not the only with some stupid thing buzzing around my head. He's been alright, mostly. Moving papers and hiding the remote, but nothing too bad. Leaves Hnf alone, and hasn't woken me up when I'm trying to sleep, so guess I just have to hope it's gone soon.

What do these things eat, anyway? Or do they eat?

Fairy business aside...I found this hilarious youtube video. Why did no one tell me about these literal video version things? These are the best.

I think the best and most relevant part to my whole life is "What the effing crap, that angel guy just felt me up." Hahahaha. I'm sorry. I have to go die now. Die from laughing. I can't stop and the younger ones are staring at me funny.

[ The morning before had gone on as normal. Wake up, stretch, laze around, breakfast. See fairy, taunt fairy through glass. This morning was not as such. He woke up to his fairy missing, the glass and all he'd placed on top to keep it trapped spread across the counter. Well, shit.

Only when he'd left the apartment for work did he find it, once it'd pushed him down half a flight of stairs. He'd miraculously survived without snapping his neck in half, but god, it'd fucking hurt. He was going to be bruised for some time.

Fucking fairies. ]

Word of caution: don't trap your fairy unless you want it to shove you down the stairs.