Odd one, you’re never alone. I’m here and I will reflect you. Don’t let someone tell you you’re no one!

Oh, and by the way? You know that little box that “they” wanna keep you toned down in? You heretofore have my permission to shove that little brown box right up “their” ass!

Gift bag.

BE A GIFT BAG!

Be a neon colored gift bag from The Dollar TWENTY FIVE Tree just bursting at the seams with that shredded up, foil-y stuff (which you can ALSO find at The Dollar TWENTY FIVE Tree) and a clown nose and googly eyeballs hot glued to the front!

But wait! There’s more!

Make sure your bag has a tiny voice recorder hidden beneath all the “floof” with a message from you that says, “Hi everyone! It’s me … [fill in the blank with YOUR name, DUH]!”, followed with “Open! Open! OPEN!“, like that lady with her face squished against the window back in the day in those very annoying yet unforgettable Mervyn’s commercials.

Trust me when I say that not only will people NOT be able to NOT notice the crazy fucking gift bag of YOU, they’ll NEVER forget you, either! (Especially if you also put a couple of little firecrackers inside that are just enough to cause a “snap, crackle, POP”, but not enough to blow up a building.) Besides, little brown FLOOFLESS boxes are just BORING!

📦 (👈🏻SNOOZE!)

By the way, here’s hoping that after reading through my ‘lil gift bag description, you actually pictured it in your mind: “Hi everyone! It’s me, CAT! POOF! Here I am!”(See? IT TOTALLY WORKED!)

In closing, I would now like to drop a link to one of the spirit animals of my music life whose birthday is today. It is, perhaps, THE greatest soliloquy to all the odd ones out there who are either hiding in plain sight, or running around like a hot pink gift bag. May it live on in eternally through the freed hearts, souls, and minds of those of us who boldly reflect it and no longer live inside the prison walls of “general consensus”.

If, like me, you are an out loud and proud, never intended to be mass-produced, original prototype FREAK of designed by The Master’s hand who has not yet heard this gem … ENJOY! If, on the other hand, you’re wrestling with yourself inside a plain brown boring box because it either doesn’t fit, is fucking boring, or you just know you were meant for something better than a cookie cutter human experience … may the words to this ode to my family of one and only’s become your new mantra and fight song as you find the courage to BURST the fuck out of the norm and into the first and BEST edition of YOU! We’ll be waiting for you with our “Open! Open! Open!” neon lights on, and, yes, we will reflect you, too!