Theo, oh lord no, not what I was intending to imply. Just that for me, changing locations, be it across town or on the other side of the world, I DO give myself permission to try on other aspects of my person I don't otherwise, break out of myself, and when I've come home, they sorta stick. I hope.

It is totally gorgeous, Allyson.

My two students just got tattoos as a birthday gift. Birthday girl got a really stylized purple butterfly with star cutouts on her bicep (it's way less girly than it sounds; this is the young woman who's a sponsored skater and a wildfire fighter) and the other got three tiny stars on her hand. I was teasing them that the stars escaped from Girl One's butterfly and went to Girl Two's hand.

Definitely jealous. I would like ink, but doubt I'll ever get up to it. It would definitely need to be hideable for me, though.

I see that there are now two MLB teams worse than the Royals now. Awesome. Now if they can catch Baltimore, they could achieve not being the worst team in the AL. I'm pulling for them.

It's nice that you remain so innocent, Gud.

Is it wrong to reply, "do you tend to be stupid in real life? Most douchebags are."

If it is, I don't want to be right.

Jackass.

Oh, man, Mary Travers of Peter, Paul, and Mary died. Damnit.

By relocating ourselves, we shake loose the shackles of expectation. Adrift in a different place we give ourselves permission to be different people.

My last therapist warned me solemnly that changing my location wouldn't change *me*. And indeed, moving out of NJ hasn't cured my chronic depression or made me less likely to hide in my house, but I am happier here, for a lot of reasons.

I don't want to be a different person, anyway. I want to be the whole me, again.

Oh dear god, allyson!!

Tell him "Gee, why do you ask? Wait! I know!! It's because you're such a pencil-dicked douchnozzle that a woman would have to be a pseudocorpse for you to feel secure enough to get some wood."

Ugh. But I mety bf on OKC. People there aren't all troglydytes.

I just browsed through OK Cupid. Man, the guys in LA are wordy and existentially angsty. I just messaged a guy who filters out women over 38 (his age). I felt ornery. He views my profile, but he hasn't replied to me yet. My profile is very brief compared to everyone else's.

Half of what I get is abusive about my weight. It's really weird.

My current conversation is about my migraines (it's kinda my handle) and cutting out citric acid to see if that has an effect. That's the sort of conversing I do. I'm a real babe, sex magnet.