( Private || unhackable )Yesterday's curse was pretty...I don't know. Silly.
Hurtful? It would have been nice to have a little
warning but I guess maybe I just need to anticipate more. Pick up lines never really work, but my experience isn't very wide. I used to watch the men in jazz clubs flirt with women. They would always buy a drink and laugh with them, and talk about the music that they were listening to. Once, I saw Cab Calloway live, and that's the first time I saw someone
kiss in public. It was in the middle of Honey Dripper, which is a great song, and this man, he
kissed her, and it seemed really scandalous. The only reason I didn't get kicked out early that night was because everyone was too busy talking about it.
She had slapped him, to add injury to insult. I guess it wasn't that rare, at that point, but it seemed rare to me. I hadn't even thought of ever kissing anyone in...a long time. There wasn't a lot of kissing going on in the office back then, either. Prince Charming was still wandering through Europe...and Snow and I were alone most of the time.
I guess I won't be kissing anyone now, for a long time.
I've lived in this house for a year. This time, last year, Cain Hargreaves paid off a debt to a nightmare and I moved in here. It smells...really nice. I cleaned things. I put a lot of the instruments away. I can't play most of them anymore, anyway. I don't know what to do with an industrial stove. I don't know how to use the thing.
And I'm running out of sour cherry comfit.
Does anyone want to buy a standing piano? It's used but it's in tune. You have to move it yourself, though. I don't have the Witching Cloak anymore.