Nightshade Tea

Bonfires in November

“It’s cold as fuck outside”, I repeated at intervals like a mantra. We were walking to some destination past the deserted house with the pleather furniture and deeper into the woods. I could see figures ahead of us sway with their half empty drinks, and I was glad their backs didn’t turn as I ungracefully tripped on several tree stumps.
 
It would be comical if it were not me. And suddenly it was, comical, as I watched my friends guzzle flat beer in a fail attempt at keeping warmth and making people appear much more attractive in their cloudy minds. The bonfire put my mind at ease as I watched the ember float above us all.

The Sun Set Not Too Long ago,

Ending another humid filled day in Savannah. Not that there was much sun left since it rains nearly every evening. Which, of course, prevents alot of moonlight walks on the beach and the rendezvous that follows shortly after.
Poor cops. That must be such a bonerkill for them.

A Family Bonding?

To some degree, I find this slightly entertaining. I’m feeling a bit morbid as I watch my father impress not only his newest beau, but also my aunt I was just introduced to at the entrance of the restaurant.

Go figure Barbie and I compare the alcoholic drinks of different countries while father and the rest of these strangers who I am somehow related to speak the meanings of life. Literally.

Home Sweet Home

It’s 11:30 A.M. and I feel more jetlag than ever.

If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought Americans were a rare breed of people born old; the only kind I saw there were of that nature—bald, old, shrivelling. It is weird seeing blondes again. Youthful Americans in general.

Unpredictable

As I sit here in this particular spot, I can’t help but think how unpredictable life is. Or at least, I’m trying to think. I am a little more than distracted seeing as someone (in plural, possibly) is currently breathing down my neck and I’m more than sure the owner of this internet cafe is directing his webcam at the back of my head.

I’m in the Philippines. It silly to me that one day it’s my birthday, and the next I’m meeting my grandpa who I haven’t seen in ten years.

Kaleidoscope of Patriotic Colors

Last night I celebrated the fourth of July with my two best friends Amber and Kayla. I remember how great it felt to ride with the windows down to feel the wind pass between my fingertips. Actually, I think a better description of us at that moment would be soaking in Savannah’s humidity as Amber’s car speedometer read a big fat zero.

The cops had the ever so enlightening idea to block off the main street after the fireworks ended at midnight. We sat in traffic as the kaleidoscope of patriotic colors on top of the police vehicles continuously glared their lights towards our lot of cars. At some point, I realized I had to pee. Our trio hadn’t used the restroom since we checked ourselves in our ridiculous outfits six hours prior, especially since I resented having to pay $4.00 to use a freakin’ port-a-potty.

It felt as if we were in the twilight zone. As I continue on with this, I have come to the realization that there is no point in further addressing the fact that I serenaded the bumper to bumper traffic with my inability to be free and pee as those inebriated walking along the streets sang along in agreement. And with that long sentence, I conclude that it was one of the best pisses of my life.

Summer of ‘09

I can’t wait for the moment when I hear waves crashing against the shore, laughter fading in and out. The sun bringing warmth upon my body and I’ll feel more alive than ever. …Certainly the moment when I feel something wet and slimy, and that laughter is covered by the squawking birds fawning over some fat guy about five feet away throwing them his leftovers.

I can totally see this happening.
Yep. Just me, summer and bird droppings.

Damn This Winter

Despite the fact that I’m wearing leggings and two pairs of socks under my ungodly short plaid skirt, the cold was definitely biting my ass.
Of course, the fact that my skirt is short should be blamed on some pedophile who scored a job hemming catholic school girl’s skirts.

Isn’t this a cute little update?

And in other not-so-exciting news,

My father has gotten yet another bunny—Yes. He bought another bunny. Six in total. He has developed a strange fetish towards bunnies. I’m feeling a little Hugh Hefner want-to-be vibe from it. Don’t you agree? Ha.

Sensible Thoughts

Since my ever so endearing mother tied the knot with some redneck, I suppose it would be a sensible thought to move into his house. In the middle of no where.
With no service.

I’ve been thinking about this rather thoroughly. I have come to the realization that without humanity surrounding me, I can talk to my little forest friends. Without consequence such as getting sent to the nut house.

I’m the next snow white.