Caterwauling

And all the heat.

White only reflects others’ light.

When a bully posts this shit.

Also, what a buncha malarkey in that HF tweet. Even I wouldn’t tempt karma the way they did.

You’ll be back. You can’t resist trying to figure out whether I’ve read your hyperbole.

I wish they were as happy as they say they are.

Or at least that their life has more meaning than reading my blog back to 2001. Repeatedly. Who needs stats when there are tweets?

But they sure do want me to die alone. Or at least miserable. Which they think is the same thing.

They are more Michelle Carter than Beyonce Carter. I don’t need to take that from anyone.

I love the girl in the mirror. I don’t owe anyone else anything. Except maybe a lesson in reading comprehension. And copyright.

Seed ya later.

I assumed this little cherub was a boy, the way he follows me around.

Oh wait, not him.

Him.

I was watching him eat his kibble tonight and asked him where his balls are. Because I thought he had them but it appears he doesn’t.

I changed his name to another S-sounding name. More fitting for this little bully.

What? I was thinking Treacherous.

At least this little wonder isn’t projecting her insecurities and ill-formed opinions on sweet, loving, beautiful, innocent others.

But it’s still a valid question. Where did his balls go?

I hope they grow back so he will finally muzzle the neighborhood pit bull. I’d happily pay for that rabies shot. Or a tranquilizer dart.

Only Shawnee, Kadie, Morris, Magic, Bernie and two new gray tabbies came out last night.

But it’s good, I hope. I think they might have gotten fed before I got there.

Sheila appears to be back. I saw four white bowls and a lid from a can of kitty food. Was never so happy to pick up trash in my life.

I think about trying to meet her. To thank her.

But that’s the thing about kind people. There’s more stress than joy in people knowing. Hoomins ruin everything.

So, I’m praying for blessings for her three times bigger than she could ever imagine. I sure hope she dreams big.

So weird these days, venturing out.

Florida appears to be open again. Even though my part is supposed to open last.

Anyway, I made a run to support a friend’s business. Well it’s not hers but I’ve gotten to know the owner in my visits.

We had a brief exchange. I said it’s good to see you.

And I thought about the gravity of that statement. Like, yeah just going about everyday life can kill you now.

Sure, it always could. Eventually it will.

But hey, we’ve cheated a particularly cruel ending so far. Cheers to that.

Egg, donut, hot sauce. Worth it.

My skin is too light now for the makeup I was wearing. I think the color was “Sun and Sand.” I’m about the shade of Manic Panic these days.

But that’s OK. Wearing a mask all the time means I only have to do my eye makeup.

I just got a cute mask in the mail. From China. That one went straight from the package to the washing machine.

Can’t wait to do a car selfie with that one. Who doesn’t love a good car selfie?

I think I’ll do a fashion show today. I have dresses I was planning to return to Ross since boys don’t like girls who like to look and feel good. So I’ll get a shopping bag, pull the stuff with tags and it will be a productive “shopping trip.”

Speaking of productivity, I am now *checks cute pink Fitbit* 36 hours into a renewed social media distancing effort.

One doesn’t have to see a tree fall in the forest to know it is proud of its refusal to stand.

Enjoy all your lies and delusions. You don’t deserve any more of my attention.

Goodnight, moon pie.