riSiNg uP

All hail my guidance counselor. Nothing like a woman in red shoes to tell you to wake up and smell the freaking buffalo chicken.

I have not become "happy" -- in the giddy context usually associated with me, of course -- but I am slowly, gingerly, stepping out of this shithole. Gawd, life's grand when you have someone to talk to. To Nikay and ZoeDee, The Mother and Ms Lina: I am an inconsiderate nutjob so thanks for noticing and doing something about it, short of slapping me senseless.

I will wear black tomorrow and a pink pouffy skirt.