Today, I am thankful for all those people who are wise enough to point out my flaws in a way that make me laugh.
This is me. I'm a redhead. I've often been compared to various species of cats (usually a cougar or a leopard). I've always been an activist who was corralled into pretending to be a politician at one point in time. I gave speeches and hypnotized crowds in a kind of sickening, wide-eyed, liberty loving idealization kind of way. I lost. Thank goodness. Being a politician is akin to being plastic: really, you're just an overweight, ugly Barbie doll while campaigning.
Never again....
never again...
Now, I'm just freakin' pissed that the winner turns a blind eye to corruption. I love the guy and would probably go to the end of the earth for him but he doesn't speak up when his people screw up and arrest little kids just for something to do on a Saturday afternoon when they're too stupid to catch a bank robber using real detective work.
I guess speaking up is my job as an activist.
So...I will will admit to recognizing that look on the right.
That's me.
My eyes are so darn narrow. I'm sizing up the evil doers and trying to figure out who is responsible.
I'm trying to figure out who I'm going to mistake for a ball of yarn. Who do I get to unravel?
Then I'll scheme.
Then I'll pounce.
Then I'll purr when I've succeeded.
Only stupid lazy dogs say you can't fight city hall.
I always do but it comes at a price. I'm more vain than I care to admit.
That, look.....that look I get when I want to gut evil people who steal and lie.....yeah, that look.......I think it's causing me to wrinkle now.
I best get some botox for that.
Love ya,
S.