There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad, she was horrid.
la la la
i'm-a-gonna go take a shower and go to bed. job interview tomorrow! hope hope hope i get it!
got some/lots done tonight.. which is good. when i get work done suddenly i'm happy again.
nothing to say, though. everything in my head is on how fucked i am if i don't keep working. i really do sound like a broken record, huh?
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead
When she was good
She was very, very good
But when she was bad, she was horrid.
la la la
i'm-a-gonna go take a shower and go to bed. job interview tomorrow! hope hope hope i get it!
got some/lots done tonight.. which is good. when i get work done suddenly i'm happy again.
nothing to say, though. everything in my head is on how fucked i am if i don't keep working. i really do sound like a broken record, huh?

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Somewhere between the twilight and the fall of night there is a time when all the fairies come out to play. It has been this way since before even the oldest pixie can recall and that is indeed a long time. The faye were old when the world was first spun and they watched it twirl to life. They watched the first day and had the first night party to celebrate what had been done. Each night has come and there is always, in every place where they can be found a faye party; even when man began to spread and take over the young lands, the fairies danced. Sometimes they would be seen and quick as a blink, dash off into the night to begin again somewhere new, for they are a shy and careful people. The humans once were kin but had lost the innocence to see and know the joy the faye held at night. There is feasting and dancing and games and all the faye celebrate the coming of another night. The night is important because thats where dreams live, and every good pixie knows that dreams are what drive the world. Humans share the dreaming but cannot use it the same way, to craft and shape and fill the void with magic. There are a rare few who have the gift and they often dont know but the pixies remember to keep a close eye on the lost children of men.
Often these watchers will beguile the humans with dream and take the size and shape of men, the bravest and most daring of these is the tiger pixie. These faye are subtle but if you look close and have the gift you can catch a glimpse of them. They are called the tiger pixies because of their eyes, full and deep often in blue, or green and if you catch it you can see the violet color they really are. Its the shape though that really gives the name, they have eyes shaped like a cats and seem so much like big cats, all slink and playfulness that they are a joy to befriend.
I still have to finish it but there are few things like a good begining.