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.