Vanity

Sometimes, the darkness becomes comfortable.

It's insidious that way. It may make you completely miserable and, eventually, stolid, but it becomes familiar and almost welcoming.

But there has to come a moment when you decide that being comfortable is less important than being happy.

I feel like time is slipping by. That I shamelessly murder time, waiting for something to happen, instead of getting up and out and choosing to make things happen.

Change takes will and time. By doing it, not wasting it.

It's not going to happen by spilling pixels.

Jerkface

I'm not entirely sure which of these chickens I actually am. I guess I don't have to actually choose, which is good, because I'm pretty sure I'm both. 

I'm such a needy little chickadee sometimes. I want people to read my blog, dammit! But I don't really write here all that much, right? But that doesn't stop me from wanting the attention! I'm a delicate little flower, who needs lots and lots of watering, but gives you precious little beauty. 

But that beauty is precious! Tell me it's precious!

But I am totally the other, more snarky, chicken. I believe pretty deeply that it's important to be nice to everyone and be a loving person and stuff, but I believe a little more deeply in a really awesome insult. 

Life is messy and dark, despite my struggle to make it all sunshiney and happy-like. As much as I understand the need for positivity and encouragement, I do think that a world full of only soft words would be a pretty boring one. 

I can hardly believe I am publicly advocating mean-spiritedness, but I guess that's exactly what I'm doing. 

Bitches. 

Know Your Role

Winter is in full swing here in New England, and my creativity seems to be buried under the ridiculous amount of snow we've been... uh... blessed with.

It's as if winter has come and killed everything dead, and having the audacity to create among all of this nothingness would be disrespectful.

We're all about respect around here...