saintadatha

well, the swede departed henceforth and forthwith.
... and i agreed wholeheartedly.

i must add that living by oneself is an absolute pleasure
(perhaps only for the moment, thought this does not lessen it so)
and i must thank one and all who helped me in that decision.



on an unrelated note:
i have a job. i'm not loving it, but nevertheless...
you are now reading the journal of a bartender in a swish 500
per year Mayfair members' bar.
as my mother would say: whoopee-shit!

on a somewhat related note:
i am writing again. properly.
i am knocking my way through a story/myth at the moment, which i
consider rather lovely,
and then shall pick up the childrens(ish) tale i began a while ago.

why is it so much easier to begin things
than to see them to their completion?!


and loosely related once more:
whilst not quite ready for a grand and fanfared unveiling,
and with more than a couple of broken links and kinks to iron,
nevertheless:
here's addie!

i do miss you all,
but the real world, rather like my sick houseplants,
needed some TLC,
and still does.

i'll be back.

sorry if i have been rude or cold to anyone...
i have a few promises of drinking, dancing, and general merriment
to make good on soon.

don't think i've forgotten!

in the meantime,
a thought of love to each of you.
or perhaps something that sounds cooler and a tad more cyncial.

word, my bitches.

how's that?!

(i'm not going to re-read this, so suffer my hurried grammar...)

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xxx