Monday, March 19, 2012

my breasts are just fistfuls of wasps

Today was a stupid fucking waste of a day in which I felt like shit or, alternatively, was batshit crazy. Evening came. I turned murderous. As I was internally plotting the faking of my own death, pulling weeds a lot harder than necessary, I was surprised by getting literally pounced on by a young gray tomcat who'd probably been passing through the tall grass and been attracted by the fluttering movements of my grim, muttering rageweeding.

Self-loathing and gardening < rolling around on the grass with overfriendly Kitten while a scandalized downy woodpecker looked on from the feeder. Later there was ice cream. Sometimes I'm a child.

I need to start sleeping better.

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