silverrevolver

I am going home for Easter, being home is always fills me with aprehension and mixed feelings. It always serves as a reminder, so I know again why I moved to Oregon. It's also weird as I, along with my sisters revert to more childish ways. On the oither hand, I get to see my grandparents, who I adore. I am cooking them a four course meal -- somehow I haven't managed to cook anything for them since I made this my profession four years ago. I am most excited to see my dear friend Kenna, an outstanding human being and the most wonderfully talented artist I know. We are going to wander around the Mission, causing as much mayhem as possible. I feel like my month of silence (in type) is about to end. I still feel rather trite, but one must work back up slowly.


God she is good!