Dude

Dude i live in San Fran now.

Dude I have an empty blog titled, "Who Killed Prince Humperdink?" which I have no idea what I'm going to do with.

Dude.

Cliff jumping

Zipping up the suit, making sure harness & clips in place, sizing up the jump....

Gonna be big, but i've done this before. Nerves are settling and I'm no longer looking down, and only looking back a few paces to remember the steps that brought me here. Not the frantic dance, but the calm steps that took me to the cliff...

Walking Scotland.

If anyone could love anything more... it would be a miracle. Healing, inspirational, foundational Scotland. Goosebumps (and there goes my solid leg-shaving job this morning, dammit!).

IT'S THAT TIME AGAIN

...escape! 30, Dirty, and Flirty baby! Highlander-style.

muwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha (deep breath) hahahahaha. Yesssss.

Anywho! Fergalicious, Megamoo, Elizabethita, Michaelo, Juliana, Zannahbanana, et all, are about to get tackled with an american style bear hug and raspberries galore from a very silly girl.

Jesus Henry Christopher Christ. There might be a (calming breath)...Colin... sighting? Dear god. Married Scotsman are dangerous. Thankfully Joious will be with me, and a bottle of Edradour, and a Viking hat, and a phote for tweeeetering.

Actually quite nervous at the moment. Little memories fell from the heavens into my stomach, where's they're running around like wee lil chickens without heads, or muppets in a snow-globe post-shaking. Or Smurfs. Yes, I like the idea that my anxious-nervous are in the image of smurfs. Crazy, crazy smurfs. Anyway, this is my coping mechanism. Expectations are a bitch. The less, the better. Thus is escape.

Can you bring nerf guns on planes?

Gone is the Glass

If cats are my kryptonite, hugs are my undoing... my Achilles heal, if you will. Fucking Achilles, had to go and become an analogy that sheds light on my weaknesses, huh. Way to go, champ.

I can't fight the power of a sincere hug. And two hugs? BOO.



Not (le uber sigh) fair.

The pitiful pitfalls of pits

I'M STUCK IN A GLASS CASE OF EMOTION! gopaweugo2443jy23298yuq3yjhsa;.

Emmy please. Thank you. I dedicate this to bridges burned. May your soot find a peaceful resting place somewhere with lovely scenery, far, far away from MBFW-esque villainy.

Now. Time to focus on focusing. Life moves on, silly girl. Chin up, mantel clock and all.

Onward and Awayward

Bridge burning takes a lot out of a girl. All good things must come to an end. And oh, what an end.

I feel like Johnny Cash, self-destructing all over the place, only without the drug habit to exacerbate the situation. Cut and run, silly girl, cut and run. I heard the hills are nice this time of year. Or big rocks, their shadows make for good hiding. I hope there are big rocks by those big metal bridges up north (fyi - metal, ye kin? no wood burning for silly girls). Too bad there's big sharks too. Stupid sharks.

BURIED IN HIS JAMMIES?!

He was born in Arizona, Moved to Babylona... KING TUT.

Okay-- why is it that Steve Martin isn't a god yet? Steven Spielburg is a god. Harrison Ford is a god. Heck-- the "its time to make the donuts" guy is practically IMMORTAL. Steve Martin-- where ever you are. Your brilliance is ritualistically celebrated with fruit punch (raspberry/apple juice, no citrus. Damn cats) and a solid community stoning.

I have found a new PRINCESSY style for my over-long locks. They're pre-wig now (for Locks of Love) and well out of control. It's Princess Bride meets Princess Leia meets Princess Crown. or Princess crown, since it's an object. I might get some enamle to keep it this way. Sleep on it. Eat on it. head spin on it. Like a freakin' rock.

Das is all for now.

ALL HAIL STEVE.