Ohhhh Say Can You See?

I don't particularly like 'splosions.



I am recovering from the baldness.

Snappy Fourth O July to yah, Sillies!


If I wasn't so tired of being bald, I would actually shave my head into an actual mohawk because I am going to WAKotron's house today and he always shaves his head into a mohawk for the Fourth and I feel like that would be an effective way to mess with him. *Sigh* Alas, I must grow my locks.

So I'm settling for a fauxhawk. Do you like it?

Of course you do.

Iloveyoulikeaseamlovesacameltoe.

PS: My knee is bleeding.
PPS: I shaved today. And you know when I shave, I do it right.

Hey you caught me in a coma

Right now, this blog is sleeping the sound sleep, only a coma can bring. It can hear you. It knows what you and Uncle Ralph are saying about it while it slumbers peacefully. Your singing is therapuetic, believe it or not. The poetry readings are a bit of an overkill, but appreciated nonetheless.

Your constant vigil is most appreciated.

Remember, many blogs recover 100% from comas.

Time will tell.

No one on the corner has swagger like us Hit me on my Burner prepaid wireless

I Am A Raging Ball of Hormonal Wonder Right Now

I am crying because I missed the Diego Rivera exhibit.

So I Ran Faster But It Caught Me Here

This is how I feel sometimes:



Discuss.

I'm Sick Of Your Mouth And Your 2 Percent Milk

Wish I Was Ocean Size, They Cannot Move You, No One Tries

Here's the deal:I've decided that, once again, you Sillies, are going to help me.

So, thank you in advance.

In just a few moments, or days, or perhaps a week or two, I am going to publish an excerpt from an early draft of my book.

I am doing this, of course, because if I don't set a deadline for myself, and have someone outside myself holding me accountable, I will not finish my goal.

And ... if I don't finish my book by the end of my leave of absence, I will punch myself in the face.


As you well know, I am a very delicate flower, and a punch to the face, even by a sally like me, could lead to withering ... which could lead to death, by withering, or, even worse, an unsightly black eye.


I don't plan on punching myself in the face just once either.

It will be repeatedly and perhaps with brass knuckles or at the very least with the giant ring my grandma gave me for Christmas.

Thank you for saving me from this fate by tuning in.

By being there.


By being silly enough, dear Sillies, to pay attention to this tomfoolery.

PS: YES. The pics ARE backwards.

Meow

I got my hairs cut.

I decided that I wanted to stop dying my hair after nearly 15 years of it and the smartest, most efficient way to do that is to hack it off and start over.

I went to this place by my house and told her, "I want a bob with layers." She did that. She followed my instructions. I went home and said, "This is not me. I look like a housewife." When Hubbetron got home, he said, "You look good -- like a housewife." So later, when I took Thirteen-O-Matic to get her hair trimmed, I took a pick of an even shorter 'do.


This is it. I will have to maintain this hairstyle while it grows out.

Hubbo and I just watched "Tipping The Velvet" which was a mini-series about crossdressing female performers of the 1890s in England. The main characters were Nan and Kitty.


He calls me Kitty now.