A Love Affair With Words

Watch the pretty voodoo doll come apart at the seams.

Overgrown Cherub

My hair is short. My hair is naturally curly. So, when it rains and my hair gets wet, I look like a mixture between Jane of the Volturi and Cupid. Enough of me bitching about my hair. Time for the real post.

Turkey Day. Two words that will send shivers down anyone’s back who has a dysfunctional family, myself included. Drama, too much food, and football. Three of my least favorite things. So, as you prepare yourself for the most angsty holiday besides Christmas, remember that chicken patterned bath tiles do not look good in any bathroom.

Had you going there for a second, huh? Thought you were going to be told the secret of family gathering happiness? Hah, bullshit. I don’t even know that one, and I pride myself on knowing quite a lot.

As for real advice this holiday season, drinking and driving do not mix. Neither does green house shutters and a blue window curtain, but that’s beside the point.

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Guten nacht

Hello

Hello stranger.
How did you stumble upon my blog?
Oh well, it doesn’t matter.
Would you like to sit for a spell as I describe my monotonous life?
Or, if you like, you could run off to where ever you came from.

So how bout it? Care to stick around for a while?