ofenchant's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Our first Christmas
Odd, thinking up brandnewpeople and how they will rise under direction and influence of this kind, yet hoping for magic and mischief in sparkle doses. Shushband and I have decided to get a baby, soon. A wolf baby. When the holes in the walls are mended. A Zeke. A treasure, a joy, a love for all ages. I shall stretch the fence out longways, northwest in direction. Cover in jade green and tiny, little words of wisdom. Potions. Wonder if our guardian angels make noises and if only the believers can imagine the sounds. Christmas day was full and warm. Lots of laughter and splashing and sunburn. Salty ham and scrumptious prawns, a good little housekeeper am I. The house looks respectable after I slaved in the early morning. True beauty emerging in cleanliness and good use of space. I adore the strange rooms bathed in sunlight, still except for ruffled curtains in the stifling breeze. The place seems comfortable with us here. Christmas night, decadent with expectations and rituals entwined in new formalities. Fruit platter, roast and caramel flowing, my father red-faced and smiling, mother gorgeous but far away through smiles it all seems hazy. I am so very tired. My eyes are struggling. Must tell Father very important thing cannot remember. The store. University. My future. What are your plans for the next few years? I think perhaps that you have me in them, but you haven't told me about them so I've Sit down, we need to talk. This has been a huge year. A lot of things have happened, a lot of bad things. I've been thinking a lot about what I contribute to the store. You see, I've been working really hard, very hard all year but I'm not doing a very good job. I've been working in the business but not ON the businessssss like you told us. I think that in order to do what we envisioned at the start of this year, I need only work a few hours and if I can take myself out of the store a little bit, I will have the perspective to better shape the store and the people in it. Therefore If you decide to sell some stores, I will be able to support myself. And I will be available every night. The music is soothing. Honey is red. Skirt is sticking to thighs. Now radio adolescence glorified a star in waiting just before the mundanity of real life sets in why do the conversations of far off puppet people linger on so necessarily when music waits. Fake orgasms. Aye. Noise. I can't think. 10:26 p.m. - 2005-12-26 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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