Righteous Queen of Blades

I've had a lack of inhibition, I've had a loss of perspective, I've had a little bit to drink, and it's making me think that I can jump ship and swim, that the ocean will hold me, that there's got to be more than this boat I'm in. And they can call me crazy if I fail, all the chance that I need is one-in-a-million, and they can call me brilliant if I succeed! 

I teeter between tired, and really, really tired. I'm wiped and I'm wired, but I guess that's just as well, 'cause I've built my own empire out of car tires and chicken wire, and now I'm queen of my own compost heap, and I'm getting used to the smell. 

But I've had a lack of information, I've got a little revelation, I'm climbing up on the railing, trying not to look down: I'm gonna do my best swan dive into shark-infested waters, I'm gonna pull out my tampon and start splashing around. 'Cause I don't care if they eat me alive; I got better things to do than survive.

I just wanna get my feet wet until I drown. --Ani DiFranco, 'Swan Dive'

Hi, kids! As you can maybe tell by the ginormous set of paragraphs up there, I'm suffering from a new leash on life, so a new Voxity it is. If you want the frequent me, you best fuck off elsewhere. This Vox's here to communicate with Leah and Marijn (who does n4k3d rewiring, apparently), awesome bastards that they are, and to dump all the bullshit onto my LJ's readership probably isn't interested in. That means writerly talk and log dumps, mostly.

Enjoy! Or don't. I've given up on caring either way. Though the enjoyment part sounds like a shitload more fun than the, y'know, not enjoying. Unless you're into that kind of thing. I'm not here to judge.