O Prince, O Chief of many Throned Powers.
I celebrated, although I hadn't known that I would until it was upon us. I wore Fallen, Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab's tribute to Lucifer, and I read quite a lot, including the first bit of Paradise Lost, and we barbecued and cleaned the refrigerator and watched more porn with friends. Cleaning the refrigerator was the most hellish bit of all, clearly. Girls like porn less than we do, but it led to interesting conversations about the other sort of acting in pornography, and spitting, and the sort of sex that I've never had with straight boys. (They really hit you on the back of your head to make you gag? That is adorable. I'd no idea.) A straight girl from the bakery who is both interesting and cute revealed her crush on Parker while they walked at night. Parker has been bashful and boastful and happy since. I am so very pleased, but tease that she should go arrange and straighten the multitude of action figures in her bedroom so that her new friend will be impressed. Today I drink monk's blend tea from a cup that bares a rainbow and, in fine script, the words, God keeps His promises. If you cannot see the humour in this, you're dead to me.