Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Every morning when I wake up and the world is still outside my window, everything else is gravy. It's pretty yucky today and it's going to rain, but what the hell. Things could definitely be worse. Always.