ch-ch-ch-changes

damn you, kaya. (okay, not really. but it's so odd when the blogsphere i'm in has a theme running through that unfortunately coincides with a thought pattern my owner's been ruminating on...)

it hasn't been that long. i mean, really. not even a year. i remind myself of that often enough - that as well as it's going, and how fundamentally satisfied i am with things and life and the world around me, it hasn't been very long. i still don't like cilantro, i'm fairly clear on what my favorite color is, and happily for me acoustic guitar is definitely on his good list.

but i've also noticed some other things.

i used to hate exercise. now, i actually look forward to it. i try to do active things instead of sedentary. recommendation or direction from him - who remembers?

comfy cotton underwear? gone. i have this vague appreciation for frothy lace now, and i don't remember ever having that before.

girls? girls. lots of 'em. oh, sure. they were floating around in my head before this, usually at the painful receiving end of my single tail. not above me kissing my owner, but now it's all i can do to stop obsessing about that now.

it's been less than a year. i can't even begin to imagine what i'm going to become, but i think i like where i'm going.

[photo by salmo on deviantart.com, "white man blues"]