I did NOT know that people could grow bonsai from seeds or young trees, I thought they had to be purchased fully grown. I know almost nothing about them.
I learned a fair bit today and I would love to join our local bonsai club. It might be a problem, given that my body responds poorly to the sun, but apparently some bonsai can be grown indoors.
I’m so happy. I’ve been interested in growing one since I was a teenager.
-Allēna
We’re gonna come back later today for the bonsai show. I love bonsai and have wanted one since I was a teenager. I don’t think I will be able to buy one, but at least I will be able to see some!
-Allēna
He convinced me to leave the house and we ran errands while playing this weirdly Christian questions game designed for kids. It started with a question like “if you could design the tastiest sandwich ever made, what would that sandwich be” and by the time we’d gone through all of the questions, Emerson had had to skip around a dozen questions because of how damn preachy they all were. That game escalated quickly.
I don’t mind the occasional Jesus-related question. Hell, I’ll even discuss the Bible with Christians because I find a lively informed debate energizing and fun. But a bunch of questions along the lines of “if you could enter one Bible story, what would it be?”
Uhhhhhhhhhhhh……..
No.
I’ve been there, done that, got the T shirt from my time as a Mormon and all the soul searching I did afterwards. I’m good. I’m a fan of Jesus as he’s portrayed in the Bible, but his father and fandom have a lot to answer for before I’m going to be okay with most Christian shit.
More to the point, this is a game designed for kids. What is this, How To Indoctrinate Your Kids 101??
We did get some funny answers out of it. Like my answer to the question “what is something that you don’t need but your life is much better because you have it?” or however it was phrased was simply “BEANS” referring to the cats because we were parked close to our apartment at the time. I took a video of Emerson imitating me with additional dramatic flair and that is making the rounds all over social media now, as best I can tell.
I’m pretty tired, so I’m gonna wander off now.
G’night everyone!!
-Allēna (yes, the bitch is back)
I’ve been frontstuck for the past two days and I don’t know how she can front for weeks to months at a time. This is the longest I’ve been in front in about 17 years that I can recall, and the longer it goes on, the more painful it becomes.
There is so much I’ve missed. I’ve been on an island in headspace that Kalla built some years ago that I call Little Patmos trying to make sense of Eight’s insane ramblings, prophecies, and dreams from his tenure as host while the others got out from under Zelda because I knew some shit was going down and I didn’t want to be present for it. That’s been my escape strategy for over the past decade and a half.
I never thought that at any point, I would be the only able or willing fronter. There were too many of us, I thought. Surely Lazarus would be willing to front before I would have to.
But no..
Two days ago, I woke up in front. Peri was carrying a rather large gun, dressed like Sir Integra from the anime Hellsing Ultimate. She has staunchly refused to front, citing some threat she’s unwilling to disclose.
Australis, a new arrival in my absence, looked like he’d seen a ghost.
Tristan and Theo have both been more concerned with other matters rather than fronting. That leaves me as the only fronter currently anywhere close to headspace as well as acting host until Allēna comes back from wherever she is.
I’ve been slowly coming to grips with the fact that Allēna and Eight especially have accomplished everything I wanted to do in life multiple times over, Zelda, the first person who could touch me and it not hurt long term in years, used us up and threw us away, and we are now legally married for the second time.
I have no idea who I am anymore. I barely have a sense of where I am. I feel like a fucking shell. If we were still drinking, I would be shitfaced under some table right now. But I am not going to do that, as tempting as it sounds.
Here’s to self discovery, I suppose?
And Zelda, if you’re still keeping up with this blog, go fuck yourself. Better yet, don’t. I hope no one ever touches you again, you piece of shit. I know I got back with you last summer, but I regret that decision every day. Allēna deserved better. I deserved better. Emerson and Beany definitely deserved better. Everyone you’ve ever talked shit about deserved better. I’ll see you in hell.
I’m going to go try and get some sleep once I’m done crying.
-Castor
I WAS AT MY OWN WEDDING!!
Yup!! Emerson FINALLY made an honest gremlin out of me after three goddamn years!!!!
Wheeeee
-Allēna
Emerson’s best friend is in town. We all went out to eat, consequently, and I got to experience him drunk. That was a treat, lol. I did not drink. I, however, engaged in my immortal hobby of Drunksitting, which I have discovered is infinitely more fun than drinking myself.
Seeing as I am extremely tired from all the carbs, I am going to go to sleep now (or try to). I have a busy weekend ahead.
-Allēna
I am so excited!!! We met in person three years ago today, aaaaaaaaaaaaa
-Allēna
I confess that I’ve been holding out on y’all.
We got a new apartment and are moving in slowly but surely! It’s a helluva workout and very hard on both Emerson and I, but even the cats are more relaxed now.
-Allēna