I’m Chaos Girl. Chaos by name, chaos by superpower. If we could choose our own superpowers, mine would be way cooler, or at least more practical, like the ability to mash potatoes with my mind, or even fold laundry by the narrowing of my eyes.
A lot of the time on the net I come across the buffed and polished versions of people’s lives – but I find it difficult to believe most people’s Real Lives are buffed and polished; mine’s not even vacuumed half the time. Dust bunnies are multiplying with gay abandon in the corners of my mind.
I call myself eccentric, which is just a nice way of saying my hold on an approximation of normality is tenuous.
Axolotls&Oxymorons is my less coherent creative HQ. It’s my life-laundry, where I “scrub the dust of daily life from my soul” (ta Picasso).