Ah, Dice. When will you learn? These legs are made for trousers.
Had a weird thought while I was on my morning constitutional.In a world of sidewalks and windows, I want to be Anthony, but the world demands I be Johanna, thanks to a circumstance of birth.
I think that's the closest I'll ever come to articulating this feeling. No more need be said, and it won't.
I don't feel like colouring after all that paiting/airbrushing.