fickle

I change my mind as often as my hair colour. If you know me at all, you know that means a lot.

Plath has a line that always rings in my mind "Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous, And dying to say something unanswerable".

I've got a few things on my mind, many very intangible.

I feel that I'm changing again quite rapidly right now. I'm teaming with anticipation to see how my next incarnation evolves.

I'm craving some colour in my wardrobe. Perhaps I'll finally buy some clothes that aren't black. I want some sparkles and shiny things in my life. Mostly I want to carry myself with a certain je ne sais quoi that reaks of fierceness and being a total man-eater.

Watch out, this kitten has claws.

xo