Farewell From a Fallen Queen

I promised a certain very special person a blog post.
I still can't believe that he's real and reads my blog.
One of these days when my head feels a little better I'm going to write him a story, because he deserves one of my famous stories.
There used to be days that I could shock a room into applause with merely a few words.
I honestly believe that I have better luck on Esbats...
For those who don't know, that's the fancy name for a full moon.
Haltjia Benen means Faerie Path in Finnish.
In the old country (any old country) they believe in household spirits who watch over your hearth and do chores.
If you give them clothes they'll believe that they are too good for housework and disappear.
And if you build your house along a faerie path you must leave two parallel doors open at night, so that the faeries may pass through.
If you don't do this you will have bad luck.
I'm not sure why I'm giving everyone a lesson in Scandanavian mythology.
I must be tired...
Norsk Skogkatt pull Lady Freyja's cheriot.
It is said that Thor could not even lift one.
Yggdrasil is a map of all the planes in this universe...
And oh, nevermind.
Nobody cares about the difference between new Norsk and Bokmal, and no one cares about Niffleheim.
Honestly I'm just tired.
My grandmother was named Pari which is faerie in old Persian.
And this is enough with the folktales.
I want to be an elf.
Apparently everyone thinks I was a cat in a past life...literally everyone.
But I just wanna be a Punk Rock Girl.
I'm the Queen of The Universe too now, because everyone gives me silly names.
My friend has literally taken to calling me The Queen or My Queen.
Lord, I would rather see mustached Russian cats take over the world, and leave me out of it.
Who in their right mind would write a song about Cod Liver Oil anyway?
I did actually used to have cats all the way from Russia...
No time for such a long story.
This weekend is going to be fun.
And I have finally found someone who thinks the same way I do.
After all this time complaining about how nobody is on the same wavelength as I am, and how much easier it will be to die alone...
I've met someone with good taste in movies, music, and everything else that I've ever been remotely interested in.
I guess it helps that he's sweet and cute.
I'm just thankful that I don't have to sit through anymore mind-numbing movies or deal with bad taste in music.
And it helps that he won't yell at me if I fuck up in a game...
All these things tend to happen to me a lot.
I could possibly fall in love....
And he hasn't judged me once about anything.
I'm weird about sex, he doesn't care.
My sense of humour is dry and morbid, he says "interesting."
It helps also that he likes Bruce Campbell.
Really I should have hunted this boy down sooner, where on earth has someone like this been the whole time?
Where has he been all my life?
If this is truly a dream, I refuse to wake up.
My soul is awakening to golden light.
I have a headache, I should learn to sleep more...
I still can't sleep alone, that has been my most eternal problem.
Sleeping pills sound lovely right now.
I'm going to have Persian stew for breakfast, yum.
I painted my nails, Lacey Lilac.
I'm doing laundry at 3am.
I miss the ocean...
First thing I'm doing when my car is finally fixed; go see the ocean.
I miss the way you can smell the salt in the air.
I'm sure there are a million things I should say, but what else honestly could matter?
I've covered the basics and I need a kitty nap.
Shabekhar.
That means goodnight from Reihaneh Khanoom.
Lady Reihaneh <3