was the kitten, 2½ weeks ago.


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manic confidence gets me in trouble, again. i can't tell when i should worry, anymore.

i'm splitting.

1. will you eat muff? ossa mununch pasadeka? {sorry, i can't spell in romanian}
2. i'm going to go into your room and fart.
3. if i hadn't just cut them, i'd claw you with my toenails.
4. i want to be a drag queen, except i'm already a girl.
5. you're romanian - the circus is in your blood!
6. don't step on my condor, ho.

everyone must have a hammock!

usually when i'm walking by myself after dark, i imagine difficult situations that might befall me and how i would get out of them. i stretch my senses into a net around me. then, i match my stride to my pace so that whether walking or running, each step becomes a fluid extension of the last.

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I am embarrassed to think what I said to you. I let my weakness show. But that was yesterday. And now I know that I won’t have to talk to you for a few weeks, or so ( Read more... )