The Supermodel Arrives

Lacrimosa: Horrid. Absolutely horrid. There were screaming children everywhere, who were clearly not given enough Benadryl. And of course the woman next to me was drowning in cheap perfume. Cheap perfume she probably wouldn't have had to wear at all if she would just bathe occasionally.

Lacrimosa: My flight landed on time, God only knows where or where the flight that they put my LUGGAGE on is going to land. Idiots.

Lacrimosa: Good, just looking around I would say that this state is badly in need of a bath. Wash off some of the grime. Is it ALWAYS this dingy here?


Lacrimosa: Whatever. As long as it doesn't involve driving anywhere else. I'm a little embarrassed to be seen in a car this out of fashion.

Lacrimosa: Is that a TREE in the middle of your house?

Lacrimosa: There isn't going to be any climbing though, right? I mean, I was expecting rustic and dirty, but living in a tree.
Syrinx: (sigh) No... no climbing, Lacrimosa. No climbing.