I’ve started working on my Book again. You know, The Book. The thing in which one writes down all the everything.
I don’t know what to call it – Book of Shadows isn’t my thing, grimoire isn’t quite right – but I’m always scared that I’ll screw it up somehow. I had to get the ARC thing from Staples – that modular system where you can change things around. Like a binder, but it still looks nice. I can’t copy things into a journal that looks nice. Not yet.
In the fancy candy shop yesterday:
“Ooh, an Earl Grey macaron. I’ll get one, that’ll be a good offering for Wolf-Sensei.”
“Mint honey? Sure. Bast’ll enjoy that, I think. Ooh, and konpeitō!”
All of this out loud. All of it. (And I didn’t even know that konpeitō is a standard gift for the Imperial Family of Japan. Wrong side of the world, but, hey. Thanks. Thank you. Thanks. And lucky me, I get to revert all of these offerings. Delicious.)
Point is, aside from the fact that either due to my meds or the fact that I just don’t give a shit anymore, I have no filter. And my internal monologue is often an external monologue. And that often means that I’m openly pagan in public.
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Being betrayed is…well, it’s fun to write about, a plot twist in a story, someone you thought you could trust turning out to be an enemy or at the very least a bad egg.
Kind of shitty when it happens in real life, though. Read More…