I don't suppose

I don't suppose it would be nice if the sun stayed out and it got a little better for me playing the violin outside today to make some money for food would it? If there were such a thing like a weather god now would be the time to warm the air a little down here on this planet where i sit. Maybe you could even throw a few dollars towards me to make my day? no, I thought you would say that. after all you do not make my life easy as it is...

Aftermath of the relationship

So I am drained so far and have not had a lot of sleep, it would be nice though to have some money. I ahve no job, no money and no source of income that I can count on.
Ben was a lot of things, and he wasn't a lot of things... the point being that I am glad for the time we had together, but it is time now to move on... so let it be please....

That girl who playes the violin

I just was at a funeral for my dear beloved friend Barry Valentine, and was surprised and rather shocked and annoyed that I am somewhat reffered to as "That girl who plays the violin for us, you know her, Sarah I think she is called."
These are people who have listened to me play for the church for over 5 years at the least... I will say this though, the violin does not play itself, so I come with it. Get used to it already... most of you are at least 60 and live to over a hundred.

Swine Flu

So Apparently I have the Swine Flu and rather sick of having it. for instance I have a chance that I may die (really doesn't bother me that much I keep telling myself) and that most females my age will come to their demise.
This is what i have to say to the health authority: you want me to stay inside so I can save other females but have to starve because I cannot make enough money from my house. I am sorry but I have the strong feeling that the more I go out the easier it is hopefully going to be for me to get rid of this thing with exercise. staying in a cooped up environment may mean it sticking to me rather than leaving and I for one am not going to take that chance.
So Ia m going to continue going outside my house and going outside into the cold because I can.

The feast of dragons

"I don't understand why you laugh, Psyche..." Mr. Firebreather said looking rather disgruntled.
"Not laughing at you.." She coughed out wiping tears from her eyes. "I am laughing at Jerlone for trying to rescue me and kill you!"
"He's a dragon! Immortal, cannibalistic, pyro, kill everyone monster!" Jerlone yelled rather upset at this latest circumstance he was in.
"I don't want saving Jerlone I collect Debts for him among other things; I am paid rather well I might add too."
Fleur sidled up to Jerlone with a giggle and batted her eyelashes at him, "You could save me from listening to these to converse and take me to get a drink or something..." Jerlone straightened his shoulders and escorted her with a nod out Psyche's now splintered door.

"I actually came with your latest paycheck, but I am really beginning to wonder whether I should give it to you or not..." He smiled darkly at her look of frustration at the door she now had to replace.
Psyche turned and glared up at him, "all I asked him was if he could find out what you are mythology wise. It was his own decision to come and try to save my life..."
"Sometimes Id wonder if you are worth the trouble you put me through, " he murmured almost to himself.
"It would help it if I really knew you name!"
"No that would be very bad for you... it would mean you were mine."

firebreather as bosses

"It is important to know the risks of angering your boss in the morning before he has had at least five pots of coffee and some kippers," her friend read to her from a letter that had been sent via literal snake mail.
"Who sent me this? I swear-"
" however you might not follow these instructions that i have so kindly looked up for you, the picture you sent of his home seems to correspond with a very rather ugly tempered dragon. Honestly Psyche I do not know how you still exist with your attitude."
"Oh it's Jerlone the who still cannot get laid. He has great info but I sent hime that picture a long time ago. "
Fleur sat curled around a pillar that held up her roof to her library. She stretched and then handed the letter back to her friend. "Is he really that bad?"
"Jerlone?"
"No! Your boss guy!"
Psyche snorted as the front door downstairs made a splintering smashing noise. "I'm guessing that would be him.."
Fleur opened her violet eyes really wide as if shocked and then burst out laughing as Psyche snarled and ran to go stop destruction of her house.
they arrived to find her boss trying to strangle a small cute guy who was waving something at him which smelled awful.
"Stay back I have him under control," the familiar voice of Jerlone cried out as he ducked just in time to avoid a chair hitting his head.
"Psyche! what in Hell's name did you send to my property!"
"Jerlone... You can stop trying to protect me, that is my boss you are trying to kill again... I think it would be beneficial for both of you to stop wrecking what is left of my front hall!!"

Psyche, the debt collecting business

She hated this with a passion... For the past five weeks, she'd been working at the club concession where the music did not stop once it started, and the men never did get the point that she wasn't here to be pawed at. So far she had killed three unwanted suiters who thought force may be a great option, and she was vastly annoyed with having to dispose of the evidence. She was here for a guy who owed over 1000 Demons to her boss, and so far in the past five weeks he had Not shown up like he said he would. Tomorrow she was hunting him down, whether he liked it or not.
"Bottle of water please"
"two Demons it'll cost you," she snarled
"I'll give you five if you kiss me," the smart ass replied
"Don't even go there, you might not like what happens... Two friggin Demons is all it costs!"
The man slid the required amount over the counter his eyes widening at the eye change color that had just occurred due to the frustration. He moved quickly away crossing himself whilst carrying said bottle of water.
The next man however was sweating profusely with anxiety. He looked all around him and whispered, "I need to find a woman who knows a man, that I need to give something to..."
Her face lit up and she said "1000 Demons please"
He jumped and looked widely at her as he pushed an envelope with a seal across the counter, before scurrying off into the crowds on the dance floor.

By the time her shift ended, Psyche had the said money in said envelope and was heading for the mountain top where said boss lived. She wanted to be in bed before the fires of dawn were started for the day ahead. As it was she rudely woke up the boss, dumped the cash on the floor at his feet while he shouted and screamed at her for having the balls to wake him up. "for friggin sake, get over your egotistical approach to your god given right to sleep in. Shut up and be happy I didn't take the money and go shopping for a new wardrobe."
" why you little..."
But Psyche was already gone and rapidly running out of steam as she ran down the mountain, through the forest or whatever was left of it since he was some sort of fire breather (from what she could figure out). She made it to the house and inside the hall she collapsed before curling in a ball asleep on the floor from exhaustion. Five hours later her boss kindly stopped by and carried her to her bed, and left a pair of new boots gift wrapped on her desk as an apology.
Hopefully she would wake up happy.... But in all likely hood the chance was too small. He chuckled and slipped out unseen into the day.