Portland Net

I don't know about y'all, but I'm getting tired of smelling death in the air.

This...isn't New York. How did I get here? Wormholes? Can I believe that?

Is there anyone out there? Things seem crazy here.

Being alone and not really knowing anyone here while this virus strikes really does suck. It just makes it that much more scary. I can't believe I'm admitting this.

Okay, what's with the purple lights out on the street?

Question.

And be perfectly honest here, okay guys? This is kind of important.

Okay so...

Would you rather go back in time, meet yourself and be best friends with yourself, knowing there's a possibility you won't like yourself? Or would rather go into the future to meet your future self and be best friends with your future self, knowing that you might die at any moment?

Also... since it's 2014, that means I'm gonna be 10-years-old this year. And... 22-years-old. Wait, I'm not sure how that works.

Does anyone really like green beans or cucumber? Or leafy greens or herbs for that matter. My garden's over-producing a little and I don't really want salad for every meal. The vervain's starting to flower but the wolfsbane looks like it will be a little longer if it comes out this season at all #earthgoddessproblems

My eggplant painting was sitting on the table this morning. My (adopted) dad painted it for me because purple was my favourite colour for a while and I always had to make sure to hang it up before he visited after I moved out. It's seriously ugly, but sort of balanced out by the appearance of my name necklace.

Despite not actually wanting to move to Portland, things here are beginning to settle nicely. Merlyn Consulting Group is officially in operation and has a small (but growing) portfolio of clients, Thea has secured a position for herself, and the alterations to the interior of the house are coming along nicely.

However, I don't know why a random teenager swore at me online. Honestly? I don't really care. I suppose just like back home, Social Media is full of miscreants and imbeciles with nothing better to do with their time.

What do people do for fun around here?

Somebody better tell me what in the hell is going on here. I am not going to believe a single word that holographic woman said. Wormholes. Other dimensions. I wasn’t born yesterday. None of that stuff is real. Also, do they really think I’m going to live off of 200 dollars a week? 200 dollars… that’s not even enough to buy a really nice outfit.