Good evening Gentle Reader! I’m actually not feeling great, but wanted to post something about National Coming Out Day – and so I’m blatently cheating and re-posting my thoughts from last year. The original is at http://www.biguglymandoll.com/?p=807. I’m not sure I’m capable of articulating anything better at the moment – and I did not want […]
They might just be filming for the weekend at an empty beach house. They *do* look some folks I’ve seen in some recent movies, and I’m sure the Situation could pick her up and turn her upside down if the “mom” producer asked him to. I can almost hear Princess Roots: “It’s not a snuff film, is it? You said it wasn’t a snuff film, right? It’s not, is it?”
It’s shaping up to be a good week all around. Today is Monday, and 5 out 6 of my needs on Maslow’s hierarchy have been met – and it’s not even 0730.
Man, what did we do wrong? I am just shocked – shocked, I say – to find that we’re all still here. God must have a soft spot for Bourbon, though – sometime during the Preakness, several mint julips appear to have been caught up in the Rapture. I’m sure I don’t know where they went.
I know you’re 25 now, but I’m writing to your 10-yr-old self. I want to thank you, now, for eating that stash of Reese’s Peanut Butter Eggs I’d hidden at the top of the freezer.