abra

i am so very, very tired.

my life is a female version of a bruce springsteen song and a raymond carver short story. depressing, out of work, drunk.

i keep meaning to post "20 interesting things about me" but it just sounds like too much right now.

i live a quiet grey life in a quiet grey town.

the only color is my hair, kool-aid bright and unwashed.

i've gone feral as a cat, dirty and skittish around people.

i might be gone for a while. don't worry, i always come back.