This blog is now officially anonymous. There is no longer a link on my friendster profile, so no one can call me desperate for attention. Me? Desperate? Please motherfuckers. Never in a million years. I am perfectly fine with existing in a vacuum, in outer space, like a fetus floating out to the sun, sublimation, perfection.
It's so lovely outside (autumn) and ugly inside (the office and my soul) ..... this city and adulthood in general are way overrated. I never wanted to live in concrete like this! I love trees so much.
And I love Tatiana, my little lioness. She slept with me again last night. She's beyond beautiful, that face! But I think she's evil and antisocial now because I was gone too much and left her alone during the formative months and years. I think she is just starting to forgive me though. Also because I didn't pick her up or touch her enough. I just let her be, the same way I want someone to just let me be. But there was a period of time when she refused to come out of my teeny tiny room (in harlem) and lived in there all alone just sleeping. I think it affected her brain. She's uptight now, and doesn't play. But if you saw her! Absolutely the most gorgeous feline ever, and the looks she gives me, so intense, those eyes!
I can turn butch whenever you want me to. Just say the word.
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