Dionysus
everyone's miserable. whatever. it happens. easy come, easy went. you'd think they'd learn that by now. you'd think she could pick something up from me. it sucks and its inconvenient, but there's a lot more fish in the sea. none of those fish have ever given me a ring and a promise and taken care of me BUT HEEEY these things happen. slippery little bastards.
i don't really feel like fighting for anything. maybe someone else is up to that task. i think she's putting her apathy into me, and i'm okay with that, because it's much more comfortable than caring that i may never see my husband again, or any of my very dear lovers. may never be painted again. may never be part of a revolution again.
eh.
so, who wants to snort coke off my ass? all my lonely relatives, that's whooooo...
oh, just a word of advice to everyone; avoid Morpheus.