Yanno, I should really go back to being a raccoon for a while. Could be pretty therapeutic, embodying someone with an innate sense of "It's amazing that we've even got THIS, isn't this trash great?"

Someone who is intensely aware life is just one disease after another, there's nothing you can do about it, and just being alive and uneviscerated is pretty good, plus everything is a potential toy.

I shifted into zebra for three reasons: (1) needing a figurehead for a libido revival I was hoping would be MUCH larger (2) embarrassment over username dissonance (3) just really needed to put some space between me and felinity after all the kitten trauma.

And I just ain't feelin' it. No point in playing the drunk pretty horny wastrel when the bars are closed, I've got no sex drive, can't afford anything to dress up in, and don't feel pretty in the slightest.

But a just-fat-enough just-happy-enough scavenger feels pretty much right. Time to hunt for those old Kirsch icons-- or maybe create a new self who *doesn't* constantly get mistaken for a red panda.

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