31 December 2018,6:40am; I where so many hats and masks everyday, it is sometimes difficult to remember who I am when I am not at the beck and call of the people I live to serve. When I am by myself, when all is quiet and I am quiet inside… That is quite uncomfortable because I don’t know much about anything without my emotional mecha-matron emoting and evoking such spirit… everything everywhere
This is why I say I need an adult. Not because I am infantile, incompetent nor immature. Really only because I am flawed like everyone else. I’m such trash at making shit work and happen for myself but I can say I think I’m pretty golden when it comes to serving others.
I am submissive. I give of myself completely, I love whole heartedly and without reservations. I observe.
I am domineering. I take over situations and conversations subconsciously, making everything anyone says or does about me. I obsess.
31 December 2018, 4:40pm; By looking at me, you’d never suspect that I was the ‘dreaded’ Mother Chaos (as further supported by my numerology distribution graph), which is utter bull-crap I was stricken from biblical canon. I mean, come on! What could I have possible done that was so bad I’m forever revered to as either a screech owl or a whore. Oh I get it, it’s because of all the whole ‘see a hole, fill it up all day long, you’ll perk right up’ shenanigans… isn’t it?
Queen K of the summer courts. Eris started a food fight which by throwing the first apple and it started a whole shit storm of a quarrel. I’m cute and pink! And yellow-ish… you know, because I’m half Asian.
Which again, just let’s me be not only the hand of Eris as I peg food into unsuspecting crowds, but I also am the fruit! Wow! I can toss myself into a crowd myself! (It’s okay, I’m petite, practically a gnome. Just don’t tell the elf about it.) I don’t mind being using as a projectile weapon.
My body shape is more banana, less apple, but that just adds to the slapstick. Peel me and glove slap your opponent into submission with my recently flayed hide.
The new year kicks off in under 7 hours and I haven’t even prepared my crazy spiral portal jumping festivititties mind trip. Honestly, I’m tripping out trying to figure out what the hell I was thinking?!
Okay smitches, let’s start part mode. Cue music!
St Vincent – Pills