bitten

I feel clear and certain today. And light. I woke up feeling curiouser than the day before, as though some giant weight exited my body in sleep.

I'm happy. Arranged my mind to suit. No more grief.

I'm making some scenes this weekend for the film. I love that I'm twenty two and shopping for fake blood in my lunch hours.

Dardanelles were weird and wonderful as usual. I wish my Sister saw these bands. The horror on her face would be hilarious.

I swear, her and I cannot get any more different. I'm concerned with bloody angels, acquiring bruises, sex, loud experimental music and piercing myself in places a good girl doesn't and she is bead making, scrap booking, Butterfly Boucher listening to, floral print wearing, sex after thirty moving to Sylvania Waters Fiona... The gap is a fucking canyon in difference. I love her so hard.