sweetmeat
Hello, BearLogs, how’s my favorite forgotten project! Whats new, you say? Well, I have a fancy new gig that pays and performs well for me.
Nothing aside from that.
I had a boyfriend. Ugh,,, whose horrible idea was that one. Ovulation maybe. I just can’t see any reason in the world why I would need people. They are so draining, dragging, scraping like rocks on a boats underbelly. I do not like to be interrupted or disturbed, but when someone can conform to my schedule and means, then I can handle it. I will even grow a steady liking for them — like training a bird to eat from your hand.
Only, I’m no Birdie. (No, I’ll never give it up.)
My new house has deer nearby. I’ve seen a few of them, in which they are so beautiful. Not to mention the stray cats around here are plenty — I even took one in very recently. Her name is “The Misses”, and she is such a little character.
My tooth is chipped and jagged, strangely it makes me wonder about Stephen King. I could be like him, but I’d be more like Harry Potter, knowing my ideas. I could always, well. Goodbye.
I’ve decided I’m all done talking, because why am I talking at all. To no one here. Am I strange?
I really… really like the X-men right now