It was 19:06 when the author began writing his post in this here blog-type-thing. A cool, autumn breeze blew past his window, but he didn’t really care, since it was closed. Despite that, the fact it was not shitty, hot, stupid fucking summer was evident even inside his house.
The author reflected on the events that happened to him, just the day before. He reflected on the special breakfast, the good wishes, the special dinner, the gifts, and of course, the traditional Dia de Los Josh, pumpkin pie. For a moment, he smiled.
The smile quickly faded as he remembered the horrors that also happened on that day. The screams of the post-Halloween jack-o-lanterns still echoed in his ears. Then the images. Pumpkin guts everywhere. Orange all over. Seeds, strings, and pumpkin meat littered the cardboard spread on the ground. First a claymore, then a machete. And his own hands yielding the weapons of the pumpkins’ demise!
He racked his brain, trying to figure out what had gotten into him. Why did he kill those innocent jack-o-lanterns? Why did he have to cut them into so many pieces? And…why, why did he want to do it again? What was the reason for his pumpkin blood lust?
Suddenly, he remembered. It was Dia de Los Josh.
He knew that one day every year, it would come…and it did. Yesterday. And the day after yesterday, well…we all know what that is. It is that which shall not be named, because it didn’t really like all of the names we had picked out for it. I really liked Bob, but its grandparents objected. Wait…
Hello dear reader(s)!
So life is good right now. I am getting settled in the new place, and things have finally calmed down from the move. We had an amazing Halloween/Samhain with more trick-or-treaters than I knew existed on this particular planet. We had some pretty kick-ass decorations, and it was a lot of fun. Then yesterday, my birthday happened. I got some great and thoughtful gifts, and yes, a traditional birthday pumpkin pie. For fun, we took the six pumpkins we carved for Halloween and destroyed them with my claymore and machete. We then had to clean up pumpkin, but it was Loreal. Because it was worth it.
Today was just very chill, but with some running around. Nothing too exciting, just a good find at a local shop. But that was really nice, because I am a little sick of too exciting right now anyway. Chill is good. Tomorrow I am hoping I won’t even have to leave the fucking house.
Anyway, just checking in to say howdy. Things are calming down, and though I do intend to really get working on my book, I plan to devote a lot of time to writing now, so I may just be able to get back into a regular posting routine complete with regular posts and routines at no additional cost to you! But wait, that’s all!