Since I have nothing to hide, I guess I don’t really need to hide anything, right? Here goes. 

All public posts made public. And will be from here on out.


I am one ballsey beyotch. Well, I feel like one, anyway. It’s hard handing over the ammo, you know? But there isn’t a real bullet to dodge, and I’m not going give them one by hiding my journey; Making it something of an imagined weapon in and of itself. I know they read. I’ve seen the view stats. Now they know that I know. And now I know that they know that I know.

It’s late. That is my only excuse.