My name is Lark Dreysson.
i am not real. this is a fictional blog.
I have recently moved from San Francisco to New England (not telling you where)
I like ostriches and pudus and red pandas.
I am politically liberal and think H8 was never an option. Organized religion scares the crap out of me, but cathedrals are really pretty.
OOC
Oof. Long few days.
I’ve gotten all my shit moved in the new apartment. So now my telephone is actually on a table instead of the floor why do i even have a land line? and my kitchen utensils are in drawers and my electronics are all set up who am i kidding that’s the first thing i did and all my toys have a place where they won’t collect dust or the gaze of anyone who souldn’t see them.
I’ve also scoped out the local coffee places. Found some decent ones. I’ve discovered that the library does not have dvds of the Poirot mysteries (loss!) but does have the Inspector Lynley mysteries (win!). They do, however, have all the Tamora Pierce books. And Mercedes Lackey (oh yes, I went there. I don’t think I’ll ever take them out for sheer embarrassment, though)
I know which supermaket sells cheese at a better deal, and which gas stations are two cents below everyone else. I went to the motherfucking bank like an adult! I have emailed Ross twice without panicking. I have talked to my mother on the phone without hanging up on her. I have started helping Madhi with her kid’s book.
I sent in the edited version of the most recent manuscript and started a translation of another. I did not play farmville. I did watch some Dr. Who.
I hung out with Tyrone again, though with a couple friends of his, not in a date-like setting. We are planning on meeting again on friday evening. That translates to date, right?
On that last bit: He’s lovely. A complete dork, but I like that. Thing is. It’s way too fucking soon. I need to keep learning how to live with myself again. I’m too introspective and prone of anxiety at the moment to actually put my all into a relationship. Honestly, I could do FWB, but I don’t think he’d be down with that.
So, on Friday, I will be telling him that he’s lovely and that we should totally date again in the future, but I can’t right now, and would you like to see pictures of my biological child? Only without the pictures. Oh, and do you think your friends like me because I want to hang out with other humans again.
Gurgle. So now that anyone who reads this blog knows WAY too much about me… I’m going to go to sleep. Yup.
Sleep.
I have to go to the doctor tomorrow. Hate going to the doctor. The stick cold things in awkward places and ask you the same questions over and over and look at you funny over some of the answers.
There’s someone on tumblr alleging to be a goddess.
I’m not sure I believe this. Mutants, sure. Superheros, …okay. Goddesses?What are you talking about Mortal?
Nothing of import. I learned way back in high school not to believe everyone on the internet, though…
-laughs- Silly mortal…
True on both counts, milady.
I’ve been cautioned to treat you with respect, so I shall. *gives a small bow*
thedesignate reblogged your post: There’s someone on tumblr alleging to be a goddess.
There are more of us than you’d think.
Well shit. What am I getting myself into?
I’m athiest, damnit!
There’s someone on tumblr alleging to be a goddess.
I’m not sure I believe this. Mutants, sure. Superheros, …okay. Goddesses?What are you talking about Mortal?
Nothing of import. I learned way back in high school not to believe everyone on the internet, though…
There’s someone on tumblr alleging to be a goddess.
I’m not sure I believe this. Mutants, sure. Superheros, …okay. Goddesses?
maelark started following you
I mean, um…..
Hello, I’m Lark. You’re Aphrodite, huh? Like the goddess.
