Time Marches On

As a Coffee Pot Ghost, one of the things I worry about is whether or not I will be capable of real growth or change. I kinda skipped that part back when I was alive, but lately I have the opportunity to become more introspective. Trust me, it beats listening to people eat.

I have noticed that I am less interested in boobs than I used to be, but that might be the result of not having a body with hormones. It's hard to say. I am proud to say I still have a sense of humor, although every now and again, the reality of my situation hits me, and I have the urge to throw myself off the counter. What stops me is the knowledge of how that worked out the last time (Skinny Puppy!), and also the fact that I am absolutely incapable of such a feat.

Also, this my new equivalent of bling.

Do you think I could pull it off?