and I kinda like it.

I’ve kinda earned it. (I’ve been feeling a bit entitled lately. Don’t worry, I’ll get over it.)

A short story from a shlong time ago…and my dog just farted:

Age:13. I come out of the bathroom, revealing to all my new “look” (thanks to scissors, a dull razor and the helpful hand of a kind friend).

Interjection: This new look was something in between a mowhawk and basically bald.

Anyway…

Male Authoritive Figure: ” What the hell have you done, you will never get work (I was a model) looking like that!?!?” (Angerrrrr! Smoke coming from every ear- he had like 12, I swear.)

Rebellious 13 Year Old Child glares at Male Authoritive Figure, says nothing, walks promptly to the bathroom.. only to reemerge sans eyebrows.

and that, my only reader, is one fine examplet (my new word, not a typo, eff off) as to why the  Authoritives were happy to see me go at age 18.

My coffee is now cold. My leg is asleep and I really want to be in Paris right now. Please mingey, tell me we are in Paris….

xx

CL

PS.. what is up with WP? The catagories are just selecting themselves these days… bugola!