Open Plains, Montana

This town - quaint and forgettable, ripe with the smell of unwashed human and horse manure, just like the first time I was here. Some things never change, even though they should.

So, so thrilled to be back.

Who missed me?

( Thinking of Family it's not always good. )

I'm moving the Mardi Gras party to the cafe. I hope that doesn't mess anyone up.

See y'all tonight. Lafayette and Alex have outdone themselves. Come between 6-7. I've ordered drinks as in alcoholic for one night only.

Happy Mardi Gras.

I've been looking pretty hot lately. I didn't know I could look this good. I'm a little more amorous than usual. I haven't had sex in months, since Eric got pulled away.

But I digress. Alex and Lafayette have made pizzas. They are delicious. I'm offering them two for one today and tomorrow.

Finally, there isn't a Baptist church here for me to go to for Ash Wednesday, which is on the seventeenth. I am burning the stalk of my Christmas tree for the ashes. I'll put ashes on your forward if you want. I just need someone to do my forehead.

Everyone's libido is screaming at me. It's difficult to keep from reading people. All I hear is about sex and people and their vanity.

What is this place? Or where? Or when?

Sook? Jess? Bubba? You here?

Does anyone play any musical interments that came with them?

I miss music and dancing.

I have been tucked in my room, all day, and I can't seem to sleep. I keep thinking this is some kind of illusion.

But I know it's not, I burnt my hand and the bloods are starting.

I need a coffin.

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