I haven't updated in such a long while with anything meaningful that I'll bet many think I've gone off the deep-end. I have three journals: one is the guilty pleasure of self-pity, the other is just the congregation of stories that I have variously compiled over the years and this one...? Well, I have absolutely no clear what this one is.
I could argue and say that it is like Victor, but then Victor is filled with much self-hate and has been buried in my closet. I could say that this is like Victoria, but Victoria is filled with too much self-discovery that it's too raw to put out for the public to see and judge. So, what are you, blogger?
When I come up with an answer, I'll give you a name.
And that's the truth
In My Own Words
- Memoirs Of A Dragonfly Queen
- Growing up an odd ball amongst odd balls is a feat, but I do it with as much stlye and as much pizzazz as I can. I may not be fabulously dressed all the time, but dammit! I AM fabulous! I'm living on my own, doing my own thing and staying above water as much as I possibly can, so join me, dear readers, writers, adventurers!
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