Hey, normies! Thank Deadpool for today's choice in music!
I love my husband, everyone knows that, right? He puts me through the most emotional turmoil at times. Monsieur LeBeau is surely the one, right? The man I'm meant to spend my life with... The father of the child I'm carrying...
But why is it that he's making me feel trapped? We're in New Orleans now, and I have my laptop with me. (You'd swear it's GLUED to my hip...) I'm heading to Gotham later today, though. Gonna do something nice for Hellion. -insert gagging noises- But back to the topic at hand.
He wants us to leave Utopia. Leave the X-Men. Leave it all behind. He may have friends down here in New Orleans, but... The last time I was here, I was either bleeding out on some old woman's COUCH, or too drunk to retain much. Sometimes both, depending on how old Hag felt. If I got too loud, "Here's some bourbon, brat. How the fuck're you gonna handle childbirth?"
I used to always say, "If I live that long..."
...Hag! If I can find her in the city..! Then maybe she'll help me. Yeah... Hag can definitely help me! She was always good, I think...
I miss her anyway. Wanna show her I'm still alive and kicking! Married, even, too! Ha ha... She won't act like she cares, but I think... She'll be proud. Yeah. I can't wait! Matter of fact, where's Pixie? We're gonna go see her NOW. Fuck waiting.
Love,
Mistress Myth.
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