ch-ch-ch-changes

my life no longer changes in grand ways- a trip to europe, a safari in the african bush... it changes in small ways.

*like sunflowers. which i managed to grow from seeds to seedlings, placed in pots on the porch, and were promptly nuzzled to death by the ferocious beast that lives downstairs (and tends to haunt my backdoor all hours of the night).

sunflowers. or, at least, what's left of the twelve dancing princesses.


damage the beastie has inflicted. all the mud and dirt? from the flowerpots that held my little sunflowers.

*sammy samuel samerai. who will sleep on your chest, curl up to you on the couch...
and destroy whatever projects you're working on. like my layered gray's anatomy, cut and layered into delightful images (below is the page he destroyed. he has an obsession with paper and promptly chewed off several of limbs)

(a page he hasn't gotten to, yet)
*and turning into a major clutz. seriously- i have bruises all over my body, and my hand is currently burned in several places because of a bowl of clam chowder and a microwave. life shouldn't be this difficult.



*and the fact that my belly is becoming progressively more unwieldy- i no longer walk from place to place, i steer my belly. navigate my Bauch. maneuver my heft.

*changing my name. which is every bit as complicated and problematic as i thought it'd be. which is a terrible shame, because that only feeds my tendency to procrastinate.

i think these changes are enough for now. i mean, who needs sleep, right?