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01 - Introduction
02 – Your first love
03 – Your parents (this is long as HELL
04 - What you ate today
05 - Your definition of love

06 – Your day
Today was asstastic beyond all possible belief, between wildly fluctuating hormones and weepy episodes of despair to protestors showing up at my work on a goddamn Monday, which is just unheard of normally.

So, instead of the shitheap which was today, I'm going to do yesterday. Which is what my original plan was, anyway. Later tonight, I'll do the next installment, since I'm a day behind.

Sunday was the Delaware Pagan Pride festival, which the Engineer has brought up to me earlier in the week about going. Generally, I don't attend very many pagan events. There's very few people, if any, who attend them who practice what I do and the rest of them are all WICCAWICCAWICCAELECTIC. It gets boring. There's only so many goddess-shaped suncatchers I am humanly capable of looking at without running amock. Central NJ's pagan pride was a couple of weeks ago and I demurred when asked if I wanted to go. This time, however, I needed to drive to Delaware any way for my biweekly cigarette run, so I couldn't really refuse without becoming the World's Worst Girlfriend Ever.

Hey, sweetie! I know you really want to go to this thing, but I don't wanna. But, I WILL drive half way there to buy cancer sticks.

Not really cool.

The night before, with bleary eyes, we planned on getting up at nine o'clock and being out of the house by ten. I was unthrilled at the prospect, given that weekends and A.M. shouldn't really be talked about in the same sentence, but again- trying to be a supportive girlfriend. Nine in the morning came with rainclouds on its breath and the Engineer seemed a bit hedgy about driving all the way down there if it was just going to rain the entire time. I burrowed deeper into my blanket and refused to move until he made up his mind.

Eventually, it was decided that since I was going to the general vicinity anyway, we would attempt the excursion. Online weather claimed only clouds, with rain showing its face around the same time as the end of the festival. We didn't have much really else to do for the day, so there wasn't anything to lose.

In the process of getting ready, I rushed to the bathroom to remove my eye make-up that I'd screwed up (eff you, liquid eyeliner, we used to be buds) and kicked Timothy by accident, who was lying across the bathroom threshold. He squawked and bit my foot, which drew blood and my ire. I shouted profanity and he fled down the hall. Two days later, I still feel guilty. It was the first time I've shouted at either of the new cats in a fit of bad temper and I'm not happy about it.

Driving through the state was the best part of the day. Once you get out of New Castle, it's actually rather pretty. Trees and hills and houses I couldn't ever hope to afford. I drove and sang, and the Engineer played air guitar. We laughed, a lot. We always laugh a lot. Everything and anything that had been drilling holes in my skull was far away, for the moment.

The festival itself was smallish, but set up amongst a grove of trees (South NJ pagan pride should take note of this very important feature). Three circuits still didn't provide a welcome table, we only found that later in the day. It was strange, being around so many people who read as being someone I've met before, or at least seen in the NJ community, but are actually total strangers. There was a girl with a fox tail attached to her rear and a beaded headdress. That's new, at least. But, I also saw a fat neckbeard with a walking stick. That's not even remotely new.

There was a happy surprise in that a fairly interesting-sounding band was going to be playing, the Gypsy Nomads, who I had never heard of, so we decided to stick around to hear their set. I got bit by ants in the dead grass and the Engineer got dead leg. He picked up two of their CDs and talked to the guitarist about interviewing them for his podcast.

After coming home, I made chicken tikka masala tacos, brownies with a distressingly odd texture, and watched the True Blood season finale and the newest episode of Mad Men. In a fit of inebriation, we decided to cast our version of George Orwell's Animal Farm, as produced by HBO for a mini-series. Well, Fritchee and I cast most of it. The Engineer and Tracy, Fritchee's girlfriend, mostly just shouted actor's names at us without a lick of knowing the parts. When I get home tonight, I'll post it.

Two-fifteen in the morning found me still awake and half-sober, neither of which I was all that happy about.

07 – Your best friend
08 – A moment
09 – Your beliefs
10 – What you wore today
11 – Your siblings
12 – What’s in your bag
13 – This week
14 – What you wore today
15 – Your dreams
16 – Your first kiss
17 – Your favorite memory
18 – Your favorite birthday
19 – Something you regret
20 – This month
21 – Another moment
22 – Something that upsets you
23 – Something that makes you feel better
24 – Something that makes you cry
25 – A first
26 – Your fears
27 – Your favorite place
28 – Something that you miss
29 – Your aspirations
30 – One last moment


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