Attack of the vulnies and bird jizz

ChickenLittle5

DON’T DO IT CHICKEN LITTLE DON’T DO IT

I’ve been waking up the past two mornings with the weight of the sky hanging over me. maybe it’s the weather, maybe it’s hormones, maybe it’s ALLTHEFUCKINGCRAZYIVEBEENSURROUNDEDBYLATELY just all the changes that have been occurin’… people i love leaving the country… who knows.

i hate airport goodbyes. i’ve had far too many recently. i need more airport hellos, or airport-going-on-a-happy-holiday-see-you-soon goodbyes.

anyway, point is. i wake up this morning and start reading my mail – work mails from Very Important People about Very Important Career-Changing Events – and have to stop responding because all i wanna say to each and every one is: YES BUT DO YOU LOVE ME? ARE WE OK? DO YOU THINK I’M AMAZING? DO YOU? DO YOU? DO YOU!? I NEED AFFIRMATION! STROKE MY EG– I MEAN HAIR!!! LOOVVEE MEEEEEEE!!!!!

*sigh*

it is best rather, at times like this, to remain very perfectly still and say very, very little.

unless it’s on your personal blog or to friends. in which case it’s perfectly acceptable to be a puddle of of meepish me-me-me.

also, my foster bird jizzed all over my hand today. that was weird.

my foster parrot, a black-headed caique

a pretty bird. and then that ball of feathers. (that’s me self-soothing. morla would be proud.)

i’m assuming my day can only get better now.