The guy I was married to in Zurvan? He's here. And he's a neighbor. I might be containing myself not to shoot him every time I leave for practice.
I'm going to be perfectly frank here, and feel free to not stop me as I go on, but when women complain about men hitting on them while they're wearing short items of clothing, they really are just asking for it. What, exactly, is the point of wearing short dresses or skirts if you don't want men to strike up a conversation with you or call you gorgeous? The logic eludes me. Men don't complain like women do.
What a world it would be if women didn't bitch all the time.
It still hurts. It is nice to come home to someone who's missed you. I've named her Terra.
[filter; sisters]
Ares is here.
[It was about seven o'clock when Hebe woke from sleep disoriented. The alarm clock blaring at her side was to remind her school was in two hours, which was a bizarre realization considering how it was her first time seeing an alarm clock in months. Or so she'd assumed. Everything started flowing back, like how she had a test that morning, how she was invited to lunch with a boy (needed to cancel). Normal, daily things.
Following school, she crawled onto her laptop for a few tentative messages.]
[Filter: Zeus]
... daddy?
[Filter: Raven]
Can we... have coffee sometime?
[Filter: Public]
Um. Hi.
That cat from earlier came back for one of my paintbrushes and ate it. When I reached for it, he hissed at me.
[filter; raven]
I have something to give you. And the books as well! I'll give them to you when we are back in Mictlan.
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?