flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
A lot of stuff is, though. Like purring loudly enough to startle people in the next room.
I can be self-indulgent if I want to. That’s practically a synonym for ‘I have a blog.’ Read my brain-spawn, internets! I’m like the kid on the diving board asking if Mom is looking yet, except that when she does look I do the chicken dance or something instead of jumping and then go have to hide in the bathroom for a while. Yeah, just like that.