The New Look

“My voice has been boxed

On a shelf by the door

My hands may be cold

But my wry smile’s still warm.”

My thoughts have been compromised.  Actually, they always were the moment I put them down here.  But it’s a risk we take despite those "if you know me in real life don’t read this without permission" disclaimers.  As if that would stop anyone.  But that’s the danger and it’s my own fault for making my private thoughts public.  Life goes on.

“And you can point your fingers

You can call me a bitch

I guess it’s good to be alternative

I guess I kind of enjoy it.”

–Thea Gilmore, *Militia Sister*

I’m out, drama queens.  Find some other way to feel hurt and leave me out of it.

And…break!

Oi.  I needed a new look anyway.  The whole thing was getting stale.  God, it’s so beautifully liberating.  Not sure I’ll keep writing here but on the off chance and with the trouble I have letting things go, here we are.

Today’s kitten story: I went down to the Farmer’s Market with Mom and someone was giving away kittens but she wouldn’t let me cross the street and see them.  I didn’t say it would be a happy kitten story.  *sigh*