Call me Youngblood
Hi Elljay. I’m not dead.
But I have forsaken thee.
I can now be found on Myspace here:
http://www.myspace.com/fancycatsup
(find me! friend me!)
In other news:
I attended my 10-year high school reunion, and surprisingly, had a GREAT time. It still amazes me, but it seems like by attending, I was able to rewrite history (my own anyway), as grudges fell away and old, distorted, fun-house-mirror memories were adjusted to be more accurate and well, pleasant.
The holidays were manic as usual - one moment, floating around donning every surface with tinsel and mistletoe, or “smearing cheer” as I like to call it, and the next moment hiding under my blankets, made distraught by the season’s obscene commercialism or impossible expectations. But that’s over now.
Right now I’m on crutches. Remember when your mama told you that you shouldn’t be jumping on the bed? Yeah, me either. So I was jumping on a bed and sprained my foot. It’s swoll up (piss off spellcheck, that is too a word) and got lots of pretty colors. Oh, and it hurts. I do not like the crutches. And the crutches do not like me. Does anyone have a Rascal™ I can borrow?
Let’s see… what else…
I got a sewing machine for xmas, but I’m scared of it.
I can’t get enough of rye toast.
That is all.
But I have forsaken thee.
I can now be found on Myspace here:
http://www.myspace.com/fancycatsup
(find me! friend me!)
In other news:
I attended my 10-year high school reunion, and surprisingly, had a GREAT time. It still amazes me, but it seems like by attending, I was able to rewrite history (my own anyway), as grudges fell away and old, distorted, fun-house-mirror memories were adjusted to be more accurate and well, pleasant.
The holidays were manic as usual - one moment, floating around donning every surface with tinsel and mistletoe, or “smearing cheer” as I like to call it, and the next moment hiding under my blankets, made distraught by the season’s obscene commercialism or impossible expectations. But that’s over now.
Right now I’m on crutches. Remember when your mama told you that you shouldn’t be jumping on the bed? Yeah, me either. So I was jumping on a bed and sprained my foot. It’s swoll up (piss off spellcheck, that is too a word) and got lots of pretty colors. Oh, and it hurts. I do not like the crutches. And the crutches do not like me. Does anyone have a Rascal™ I can borrow?
Let’s see… what else…
I got a sewing machine for xmas, but I’m scared of it.
I can’t get enough of rye toast.
That is all.