i am doing so much better than i ever have. thank the goddess! listening to this amy winehouse album i used to listen to when i first got here and was so heartbroken. and now im so happy! im still a weaver. i was weaving then and im weaving now. it's the best thing about life when im doing it! so exciting and fun! i love love and life and art and everywhere ive been to get to now. thank you!

hahahahah i fucking love those kittens. im gonna keep them forever!

hello, i would like to issue a big fat fuck you to whoever left those kittens on my doorstep. not cuz i dont love them but fuck you every night i dream about kittens and everytime i come home i am scared someone will have left MORE kittens in my doorway and all night long periodically kittens wake me up with their problems. so fuck you anonymous kitten donor. thanks for teaching me about love and sacrifice and being a saint with my kindness you asshole. you already owe me over a hundred dollars. eat a bag of dicks kitten abandoner. i think i know who you are now, cuz i saw a crazy white lady in a shawl poking around my house the other day, and she was not homeless so she should have dealt with these kittens herself. but in the meantime, fuck you, you fucking tosser leaving wet kittens in bags for women who make no money to deal with. when i find out who did this im gonna rub their nose in the kitten shit that is smeared all over my floor.

got rid of the subject of that last post. started a new weaving blog. gone insane on weaving. like you cant imagine if youre not a weaver. you just dont know. something is opening up in my head with it. a way to see patterns, a way to feel the patterns. glorious. in other news im stressed and something is lurking in my body. work is making me crazy but i dont know why. last week i was on cloud 9 lovin my job. it's always somethin. why is it always something? that phrase sucks my left one. i need to start meditating again because then i can handle the "changes of my life" like stevie said. think ill rock some fleetwood mac, weave a lil bit before bed. hasta la vista, baybay.

i have been having a terrible yeast infection for a while here and it is making me insane. my boyfriend is in jail and im proud of him. oakland had the most significant fuck yall demonstration nationally for march forth. pubic education is impotant! they shut down the freeway. i had to cave in and buy monistat after ten days of trying garlic, acidophillus capsules and calendula oil. the whole thing has exhausted me. i havent even been up twelve hours today but im going to bed. i hope i dont have to bail him out in the middle of the night. like my mom said, he's safer in jail than i will be riding my bike to the police station. please pray for my vagina. thank you.

forgot a lotta stuff. come a long way. gotta long way to go.

i have grown up a lot in the last year, exponentially in the last four months. i might need a master's degree.