The State of the Brat is not one that lends itself to LJ posting. I'm just a bit meh about life in general, and there's stuff I won't talk about on a public blog (nor will I friends-lock it). Maybe I'll be better after tonight, maybe I won't. But the fear that I won't is making me pretty useless today.
Time to take Write's advice, methinks. If I can master the anxiety.
BUT ENOUGH WITH THE VAGUE.
If I were a paranoid sort (and I am), I'd think there was a conspiracy afoot in the InnerFambly. One I might feel inclined to call the Brat Feminisation Project. It started with the Hogswatch handbag of
we noticed you only have one handbag
fame, continued with
for your birthday I'd like to buy you skirts, because I don't like that denim thing you're always wearing
, and was compounded when the bag of sauces that Die Schwester promised to get me from Oil & Vinegar
turned out to have more bras in it than food. she changed the subject when I tried to ask her why
. AND the InnerDad - the InnerDAD took me shopping on Saturday for boots. Boot shopping in which he took the initiative.
Not that Innerfambly conspiracies that involve me getting stuff are ever
bad. I approve of everything and anything
that results in me having more stuff. Also, anything with 'piracy' in the name.