One month now. If my eyes weren't so crossed and my head screwed on a little bit too loose, I'd have words....but things are rattling around in my skull right now and I'm not quite sure what to say. If you look back on last month's archives of thoughts, you'll see a different me. Positive, mellow, chilled. And while this version of me doesn't fit in with whatever image you may have formed of me, it's no skin off my back, chumly.

I'm a happy camper. More than that.

Oh just go back to hell you snickering devils! Lay off your barbs and your slings and your whatnots. I'm just being me, the only me I can be. If it's not to your liking, take a flying leap. Take a dog for a walk. Go take down your trousers and plant your behind on the ant hills of the world.

See, there's still venom in me.