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Here's what going on, the quick & dirty version:
It's way too hot here and I'm ready for fall. Busted my chin open at our last bout, blood on the track (thank you, Bob Dylan!), and then super-glued it together like MacGyver! Work is getting interesting. Sallie Mae still has me in a fucking chokehold and now I hear the CEO may buy a baseball team. All you politicians who keep selling off our rights to the CORPORATION can eat a dick. I hate you with a burning sun of hatred. My boys are growing like crazy and it's freaking me out! I am planning on going to Marfa in November to hang out with all the other wandering desert artists...part of the big master plan to become the 21st century Georgia O'Keefe (only with not much painting talent!). I have a big crush that I'm sure won't last, but he's like catnip to me and I just want to rub my face up against him every time I see him. Meow. I have another dog that I rescued off the streets. A pug named Bug. He's a big pain in the ass and he snores and burps and farts all over me but I love him! I have four dogs now, but they are all so small that they really only count as 1/2 a dog...so the real count should be two. Still, I'm at maximum capacity for the animal orphanage. No más. My hair is finally getting back to its old braidable self. Thank goodness! I feel like myself again. Weekend coming up, a roller derby bout in Austin--our first interleague game ever--and then the countdown to real fall weather. I can't wait! Friday!! Monster movies and popcorn with the kids tonight. And probably more dog farts. Ah, life.
It's way too hot here and I'm ready for fall. Busted my chin open at our last bout, blood on the track (thank you, Bob Dylan!), and then super-glued it together like MacGyver! Work is getting interesting. Sallie Mae still has me in a fucking chokehold and now I hear the CEO may buy a baseball team. All you politicians who keep selling off our rights to the CORPORATION can eat a dick. I hate you with a burning sun of hatred. My boys are growing like crazy and it's freaking me out! I am planning on going to Marfa in November to hang out with all the other wandering desert artists...part of the big master plan to become the 21st century Georgia O'Keefe (only with not much painting talent!). I have a big crush that I'm sure won't last, but he's like catnip to me and I just want to rub my face up against him every time I see him. Meow. I have another dog that I rescued off the streets. A pug named Bug. He's a big pain in the ass and he snores and burps and farts all over me but I love him! I have four dogs now, but they are all so small that they really only count as 1/2 a dog...so the real count should be two. Still, I'm at maximum capacity for the animal orphanage. No más. My hair is finally getting back to its old braidable self. Thank goodness! I feel like myself again. Weekend coming up, a roller derby bout in Austin--our first interleague game ever--and then the countdown to real fall weather. I can't wait! Friday!! Monster movies and popcorn with the kids tonight. And probably more dog farts. Ah, life.
