Pre-spring nervousness

I have become an excellent spam activator. I never knew I was so brilliant at it. It’s fun, too. You get so much freaking attention, and I’ve always dreaded attention—what a nice experiment. There’s another reason why I bothered keeping the bloody student online journal alive, but I won’t tell. It doesn’t matter anyway. Distraction Read More …

Chronic delirium

And all of a sudden, it doesn’t matter anymore. Ambiguity is my January friend. Where are you rabbit, pack your bags and hop hop! I’ve had enough of the tiger year. Stripy cats smell like gutter more in need of anger management than I. Fucking conceited creatures. Even though I don’t drink alcohol, I think Read More …