Truth or Dare

Remember that game? from junior high? that we all played? (ok, certain people will get this and some won't)

Well, I find myself in somewhat of a conundrum yet again. I believe I posted about a year ago on the issue of truthfulness. How truthful do I want to be here? Do I want to keep certain parts of myself TO myself? Or do I want to be really open and out there, and just throw it all against a wall and see what sticks?

To this day, I'm still not really sure. What I do know is that there are things going on with me that I need an outlet for, and I can't imagine a better outlet than this. On the other hand, I'm afraid to let people see how truly defective I can be for fear I'll be seen as some sort of freak. Then again, I'm sure some of you already know I'm a freak, so what the hell, right?

I don't know. I don't know what to do here, or what to think. I guess the answer will come in the next few days.

In the meantime, yes, I will try to fix the pics of Chico, who seems to be chewing up everything in mouthreach, including me. Why didn't anyone remind me that kittens chew just like puppies? Gaaahhh!

He's still adorable, though. When he sleeps.

Damn

I haven't been here in a long time, and it's all my fault. I told you before that I was lazy!

I could show you lots of lovely photos of Chico, but I thought that might be a little much. So instead you get photos of [sorry, it was just Fabio, my little joke, which just goes to show that when I try to be silly, it always backfires - back to your regularly scheduled programming].

Anyway, life here goes on. Chico thinks that I am his personal chew toy, while I inform him that the opposite is true. It's not easy.

Buca has, over time, come to the conclusion that Chico is his personal play toy. I like that.

Otherwise, life goes on. I miss my best friend and I hang in here.