Hi DeviantArt! I don't really pal around with you much, but I should, because you are full of people who create wondrous fair Works of Arte, and I adore it! And you!

You are also full of people who take lots and lots of pictures of themselves and then write poetry about mirrors, but hey, baby, it's ok. Nobody's perfect.

ANYWAY, I am just popping by to see if anyone's drawn me a castle while I wasn't looking (no) and to bump the hormonal ranting off the front page, because I always feel really sheepish looking at the things I said when it was the time of the month for yanking on tangled handfuls of my hair and keening about death and taxes. Seriously, it's some kind of moonified lycanthropic transformation into Cannot Chill The Frig Out About Anything Girl. If I could afford the financial and emotional toll of buying a bunch of bras and didn't care about having a sex drive, that there hormonal birth control would start to look mighty good again. Unfortunately, I think my brain will break if I have to go up another cup size ever again ever*, and homoerotica is what makes life worth living. SO I'LL COPE.



*What was once an exciting and much hoped for development (a-hurr-hurr) has now become a lurking, nameless dread. Already dangerously close to a 36E**, which is when 1) that shit starts getting seriously expensive, and b) you accidentally suffocate people on their birthdays. QUELLE TRAGIQUE.

**"That's what I love about girls. Sooner or later, y'all get around to bragging about your tits."