Kids are so, so impressionable when they’re young. That’s why life was so magical before.

I would see someone that’d mesmerize me to a fault and I’d carefully study their every movement and the aura they carried along with them. Everyday I got to be someone else, re-enacting walks, talks, behavior, presence. Sometimes I would go back to being certain characters I really idolized. Sometimes I’d forget about some and move on to the next. But the point is I could try out so many different characteristics and actions at one time everyday with no questions asked from anyone.

Now I have to stick to daily routines and be one person for my family, for my job, for society. Because I have a role now— to be a “responsible adult”, though my parents probably kind of think otherwise. I have a car. I have a job. I have bills. I have a credit card. I have my own house key. I have a cell phone. 

I miss when I just had toys, dresses, and platform sneakers. Life was easy then.

3-close shift tomorrow… yay… Pay me a visit! Find me in the fitting room! 

Possible acoustic KIDS set on Wednesday? If my voice comes back?

I’M COUGHING UP HAIRBALLS. HELP ME. Should I take nasty NyQuil?