So, I totally win at blogging. Fer reals.
Anywhoo, it's been a shitshow of a summer. All work and no play makes me cranky. On the other hand, I'm one step away from becoming Captain Jack Sparrow or Steven Tyler. Every time I see something feathery or glittery, I find a way to stick it in my weave. It's getting seriously time consuming. Like I walked into Michaels today for AAH thing, and ended up leaving with about 10 bucks worth of dyed polka-dotted feathers. Why? Why the hell not? I figure I'll make earrings out of them and make Gwen sell them on etsy, and when my hand starts to bleed from the pliers, I'll start gluing them to my scalp.
Is it freaking December yet?!? I want to go to L.A., and I'm impatiently waiting for it to be New Years Eve.
I've been writing a lot. You know, blogging in a notebook. I'll be up till the very wee hours of the morning, scratching away into an ancient composition book, smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. Funny story? The coffee actually helps me fall asleep.
This picture kills me.
Okay. Since all I'm typing out now is random thoughts, I think I'm gonna call it a night. Not that I'll actually sleep, though. I'll probably be up until 4 watching adult swim and futzing about on GetGlue. I'm a sucker for a stinking sticker. I wonder how I'll find a way to shove one in my hair....
