Hmmm

I'm on steroids for the skin condition and they're leaving me feeling (and thinking) very strange.

My parents still don't know about the little yellow beast, and often i find myself thinking it's a shame. I'd like to share it with Dad, who was a biker himself back in the day. However, considering his outburst at my watch with the Ducati badge on the face, i'd hate to think what would happen if i confronted him with an actual bike. I'd been warned as a teenager about disownment and other associated horrors that would descend on my head if i so much as went near a bike, and while it wouldn't happen now, i still can't shake the lingering parental authority. Hey, i'm Asian, female and hopelessly guilt-wracked about how little i've given back to my parents (see "Asian").

And i keep thinking my poor mother doesn't need the extra gray hairs. I imagine she had enough of them when Dad rode. He was your typical sharp, young, "invincible" male rider and he's come close to paying for it with his life a number of times. One of them happened to be the day i was born.

(I don't think either of my parents would ever understand that their daughter's about as chickenshit as they come. I mean, geez, my only lane-splitting exercise was the result of inattention more than anything. I don't do much credit to my sports bike, even if it is only a 250)

I've been mooching; reading my own archived entries, to say nothing of other people's, isn't helping this itch (the figurative, not literal one plaguing me at the moment).

I really cannot wait for my skin to return to mostly-human and ably jean-wearing.