i am a ghoulish girl.

ghastly whims {on occasion} bob about my brain;

jiffy popping rascality into my good girl elbows and knees.

these airless explosions of mischief make merry with my inner dickens,

rousing her to join team naughty with quick-fix thrills and big, bad, bold revenge plots.

{luckily i’m also a happy girl…i don’t have anyone to personally aim ill will and harm-so i just go obtuse and silly}.

so far my playing time with this posse of surly pluck

lasts only for minutes…..always in my imagination, usually sitting in traffic.