Short post, and the city hurts your brain.
I'm only going to post briefly, because I'm a busy queen, and, somewhere along the line, 8:15 became a reasonable time to be tucked into bed getting ready to retire. It's the rural life, I guess. Tonight, the sky is black black black--there is precious little light polution here, so last night the stars and moon were brilliantly visible. Tonight,
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Oh that'd be neato burrito. We have a husky here from a really abusive background, who was actually held for two months as a 'witness' in an animal abuse trial. Of course, that meant that the legal system had to keep her in her abused state for two months. She's not quite right in the head, but she's really sweet.
Yeah. Cities. O_o There are plenty of urbanites out there, but it really blows my mind. I could handle the Bay Area for a few weeks, but I had just been in really small lovely towns in Northern California for close to a month. I'm glad you understand my challenge. Cities make me feel claustrophobic. I like my personal space more than I like random strangers.
Yes, the brides are made of wood. It's an Appalachian folk tradition.
Yeah, the chicken feet would be neat. Unfortunately, my letter of request to the Grandmother-Nightmare council is in repeal, due to my penis. We'll see what happens.
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But bridges can also be made of stone, so you see the reason behind my inquiry.
I hear those get in the way sometimes.
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