Semi-Daily Scribbles

Lu told me the other day she has enough ghosts vying for her time to keep us both company. She wants to hook me up with one. Thinks we make a good match. I suppose I could use the distraction. Meeting someone new might help me forget about my hobby. That'd be a welcome relief. I'm running out of chalk and sidewalk. The old passion is more like paranoia now.

"Who's following behind me with a hose and scrub brush?"

Lu's friends are an angry, confused bunch, though. That sort of energy is no good for my heart murmur. Bad for my skin, too. I really do need to be around sparkly personalities. The eyebrow-furrowing, pouty-lipped brooders Lu attracts get old real quick. They make me want to trade in my chalk for spray cans.