(There's some southern slang that I've adopted. Y'all is one example.)
We're quickly approaching the death knell of Autumn here in the south. It is almost too chilly now at night to remain outside long without wearing a proper coat. Soon, we will be waking up to a thin veil of frost covering the ground. The trees along the roads are more skeletons than anything else. I love this time of year. I love cuddling under blankets, warm hoodies, and blazing camp fires.
We like to drink our liquor out of mason jars here. Last night, I had to wear gloves while I sat outside and sipped it.
I enjoy hearing the sound of the leaves crunching underneath my feet.
I like to put acorn caps on my toys. R2 looks like he's wearing a beret.
Forgive the lack of make up, but I was so ecstatic to receive this in the mail from a friend yesterday. What respectable (former?) goth chick wouldn't be tickled pink at the advent of a new Lestat book!? And I feel that vampire stories are apropos for the fall so the timing of the novels debut is really quite delicious.
I'm pretty damn excited about the burlesque show here in Charlotte on Wednesday. I've never been to any of them. If any of my dear friends are attending feel free to find me and say hi! I promise I don't bite!
