Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Rituals... My family have a ritual. We get in the car with a vague idea where we're going, no idea what we'll do when we get there, and no map. If we're lucky and Dad's feeling organised he might - *might*, mind you - have printed off some directions from the net. Not that this matters, because we'll change pour minds about where we're going within the first half hour of our journey anyway. This will go unnoticed by me, since I will have my headphones on and be entirely oblivious to any conversation conducted in normal decibels for the whole journey. (Note; important family announcements generally get made on long car journeys. They do not get repeated. No-one tells me what I've missed. Go figure). We'll get lost, which will entail my mother speaking to Dad in a slightly sharp tone of voice, he'll pull a face, this will escalate into World War III. I'll turn up my music. After two hours, maybe more but *never* less, we'll arrive at some stately home/quaint Olde English village where nothing is open bar the pub, spend an hour there then, go home. Add in drunk men in the pub reading loudly from the Penthouse letters page, and you've got today. ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower