I know, I know, it’s been a while since we talked. It’s not you—it’s me. I moved from Texas to Boston, MA yesterday and am experiencing all the adventures that come with living in a hostel in a new city until my lease starts.
SO since I’m dull and preoccupied with the real world, I will direct your attention and hunger for a spellbinding story to Jessica B. Bell who occasionally hijacks our darling dilettante Helena Hann-Basquiat’s blog.
Miss Bell materializes from her dark dungeon on Thursdays with spooky and supernatural terrors and tales of evil–both human and inhuman—with the Bayou Bonhomme serial. This is also known as Swamp Thing Thursday. Come one, come all and read the terrible tale Jessica spins. You may just find yourself caught in the web of words she weaves.
Vers Les Etoiles 
Oooooh, Boston. My birthplace technically, though I only lived there until I was 11 months before moving to Chicago, so I know very little 😉
Enjoy settling in and I shall patiently await your return! Perhaaaps I will venture over to the blog you recommend. But I can’t imagine she compares to you ❤
Well, it was lucky to have you for almost-a-year! 🙂
I’m sure I’ll have a good report after a few more nights in the hostel/days in the city/moving into my apartment.
That is where I have to say you’re wrong my friend! She is definitely worth the venture—one of the people that got me blogging regularly!
I’ll give it my best, for you 🙂
It’s hard for me to get interested in new people, even bloggers. That dumb attachment disorder. Sometimes I imagine a world where I don’t have any disorders.
But then I realize my writing would probably be terrible.
I think you would be a fabulous writer either way—I also think that you do a marvelous job at writing through your difficulties. I’m not exaggerating when I say it’s truly inspiring.
Good luck to you on your new adventures!
Thank you! Now I have a whole new accent to obsess over.
Bloody baked beans!
Bloody Boston beer! Or “beah”
Bloody beah and beans!
In bahs!
Pubs lol
Heah they’re called bahs. They’re bloody pubs across the pond! Although someone called them “barrooms” today so I’m actually not certain where all of that falls…
Barrooms sounds like a car backfiring
Or something an Ent would say
Very good…I can see that too….very slowly I would imagine..baaaarrrrrooooommmmsss
We have decideddddd……you are notttttt…..ooooorcs
Whilst we were at the ent baaaaaaah
Howdya like dem apples?
Knew them since they were seeds…
Say Bar Harbor three times slowly.
Bahhhh Hahhbahhh