Your Mid-Week Update for 08/15/18

I know I booked this trip so I wouldn’t miss an update (and flying during the week is always cheaper) but I am exhausted. There is more than a six hour time difference and I regret agreeing to go in to work tomorrow. I was not stupid enough to agree to work the day after I got back from holidays but why didn’t I think to take the rest of the week?

It’s not like I use a lot of sick days. I really haven’t. I’ve been very careful about it ever since my meltdown a few years ago. Things come up, obviously, but I’m kicking myself for not taking the time when I had the chance, you know?

I could still call in for the rest of the week…

Anyways, I’ll keep this update brief so I can go back to bed.

Austria was gorgeous. James loved his surprise – though, sadly, the castle we stayed in was not haunted. Saw some ice caves, salt mines, gorgeous St. Stephan’s Cathedral, Hohensalzburg Fortress, the Golden Roof (which is, literally just a golden roof). Did a lot of touristy things because it meant we didn’t have to worry about transportation as much – it made for really easy hunting.

We absolutely did the Sound of Music Walking Tour and ABSOLUTELY picked a victim because she looked like Maria. She didn’t have the angelic voice of a young Julie Andrews so  that was disappointing.

Ticked off all the boxes, Innsbruck, Hallstatt, Salzburg, Vienna. We tried to keep the budget reasonable so there weren’t a lot of nights out seeing attractions like the opera (although we did dress up and walk through the streets looking for victims like we WERE wealthy socialites who could afford these clothes.

Everyone needs at least one ridiculously lavish outfit in their wardrobe – even if it’s from GoodWill. What matters is appearance.

In conclusion, killed some people in a fancy dress, couldn’t figure out how to solve a problem like Maria so we also killed her. Saw some pretty shit. Had sex in an unhaunted castle.

All in all, a successful late anniversary trip.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to bed.

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Your Mid-Week Update for 07/25/18

I regret not travelling more as a young woman – and let me tell you, wanderlust is still a thing no matter your age.

Oh my god, I’m that woman I hate. The one who always talks about “women her age”. I refuse. I am ageless, I am whatever maturity I want to be today (within the limits of adulthood, I will not go through puberty again; I’d absolutely pull a Carrie and kill everyone. Publicly). Today, I want to be a 20-something who can take the time off from her part-time job, spend money she doesn’t have, and just fly to Europe for a few weeks.

It’s not that I couldn’t now. There are many books and movies about women with stable jobs who just fuck off to explore the world and “find themselves”, but I’ve never really been one of those women. I found myself in college when I discovered a way to do what I love and not go to jail so I never had the need to wander.

One of the Temps in the office was talking at lunch about how she and her girlfriend are spending three weeks in Italy before she goes back to school. All of the places she’s going to and the things she has planned – it made me want to go. Not Italy but…somewhere.

I may have been looking up flights to England on my lunch break.

There’s nothing stopping me. I have some banked hours and Jason is perfectly capable of looking after the house for a week – he’s barely home as it is. I don’t think he’s avoiding us, I just think he’s outgrowing us. I was younger than him when I moved out, not that there’s anything wrong with staying at home. I’ve seen the news, I know how shitty it is out there. I just think Jason is ready to move and I’ll support him when he tells me that.

Maybe I will go. I’ve never really been on a vacation when I didn’t need one. I’m not a 20-something who needs to go into debt just to explore beyond the city limits. I can go whenever and wherever I want. Because I’m an adult. An ageless adult.

Let’s do it; let’s go somewhere new. Any suggestions?

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe

Your Mid-Week Update for 08/24/16

My god; how can you sleep in a hostel and be so utterly pretentious?

As the summer draws to a close and the weather moves from scorching to freezing, the downtown area is filled up with hikers and tourists on their last trip before they head home. In a burst of insanity, it seems, I checked into a local hostel so see what fresh victims could be found.

To say the least, my weekend was crowded and disgustingly sweaty.

First of all, sleeping six to a room is uncomfortable and wearisome. Stuck in a room full of girls who are either shy and uncomfortable or won’t fucking shut up is a special level of hell I never thought I’d live in. Their ages ranged between barely legal and mid-thirties so the diversity was nice I suppose. Many different lives converging and all that; but I would not give up my privacy for all the victims in the world. And then, we sat around the breakfast table and swapped stories about our summer adventures.

The ego on some of these people.

“I hiked all the way up this mountain and then camped with a family of bears before hitchhiking my way through this area and that area, and oh have ever been to this site? Don’t, it’s rubbish.”

Their conversations alone would have made anyone turn to murder. As it was, I lasted Friday and Saturday night before I took the opportunity to strike out. I offered to show one of the loner girls around the town before she headed home. She was early-twenties, quiet, didn’t known anyone in town.

Too, too easy.

I sometimes worry that I’m setting the women’s movement back by discouraging young women to travel alone. I’d like to think I’d just as easily kill a young male traveller if he crossed my path. We’ll just have to test that theory.

Not at that hostel, though. Never again. I cannot stand the chatter and the crowds. Not in such a closed environment where everyone can notice everything.

I just can’t.

Not for a while anyway, I need some peace and quiet before I head back into the fray. Home is a nice place for that. It’s been quiet for a while. A nice way to close out the summer.

My god, where has the time gone? Seems like yesterday I was in Miami, seducing the pool boy and soaking in the sun.

Looking back on the past few updates, so much has happened and yet so little. Sometimes I seem to just…ramble about nothing.

I started this blog to document my life and my murders and while I still release all that energy on the page and on the streets, I find more comfort in releasing my fears and hopes in my personal life. Do you care about those things, dear readers? Am I writing this for my own amusement?

I wouldn’t care if I was, I could use some amusement but I’d like to know: is it all worth it?

As always, dear readers,

Stay Safe