ok, so last night/early this morning, i exploded. i only had three pints (of lite beer), so it wasn’t that. it was the Irish Scorpio in me. i do wish i hadn’t been so sharp-clawed about it, but what’s done is done, and it needed to be done. i needed to do that. i’m done, i think. just… done.
By jae
jae lethe (he/she/they) is a blogger, musician, artist, poet, web developer/designer, armchair philosophizer, teller of tales, and gadabout. Also, something he calls a "behavioral artist." (Not sure.) She has plans. BIG plans.
Among the things that he has done for a laugh are minor fractures, cuts, scrapes, and various scabs. Though she's quick to point out that they're no imbecile, we're fairly certain that he thinks the word means some kind of medieval pharmacist.
This is her latest home on teh internets - where jae stores their swear words, when they're not hurling them at the sun in vain.
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