krishanna.com :: as the crow flies: Fuck it all

i am...

44 :: author, visual artist, writer, editor, community evangelist, advocate, journalist, memorist, poet, plagiarist of life :: perfect girlfriend; good friend & daughter :: hedgewitch, creatrix, emerging crone :: gimpy, cranky, unfeigned, indomitable; snarky, funny, generous, pert, talented, stubborn, reclusive :: powered by creative urges, diet coke and popsicles :: co-staff to a passel of fuzzy beasts :: encouraged & supported by the love of a wonk called manthing & a modest but cherished circle of loved ones.

I miss my dog.

I hate the word menstruation.

I have had it with jackasses, dumbasses and generally ignorant motherf....

I have had it with the PC police.

I don't want to cook or clean or read or make art or write or eat anything that is even remotely good for me.

I didn't even turn the TV on today.

I want my dog back, perky, smiling and chewing her bones, looking at me with her cow eyes.

BUT

I did show up for a Dark of the Moon ritual.

I discovered that there are still some real Goddessy & Witchy women in the world who aren't PC.

I managed to get a few pendants soldered.

I loaded and ran the dishwasher.

I did the weekly marketing in 20 minutes.

I only cried twice today.

And I got through the day without biting Manthing's head off.

That's something, isn't it?

Posted by Krishanna on December 08, 2007 at 11:40 PM in Fuck it all | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

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