cabaretic

Ejliah kittie won't leave me alone, again, today. He is so attention starved. His original mommy, my sister, realized that he is too much to handle he passed on to me.

Now he is sitting next to me on the black futon next to my monitor.

Went to therapy today. The woman who is my therapist is clearly an intern in training...not much older than me. I really need a woman who is much older...and who has more life experience...but she can help me in her own way.

It's obvious that she's facinated with me...but I hope fascinated NOT in the way that we stare at car crashes on the side of the road.

Tried to hang out with my gender queer friend today...but she was with the girlfriend...cooking last night. I understand she needs space and probably needed to get laid.

She can be unreliable...but if there's one thing I've learned about myself and human kind is that people need space. I contact people far too much...and I'm this big ball of intensity that can be part of my charm...but taken to excess, I wear people out.

I'm still getting used to not having the beard. People say that it makes me look three years younger. Yippe. Now I'll get carded for everything again...but oh well. A large part of me is child-like. I never got to be one, so I might as well be one now.