Oh, my aching jaws.
I stumbled out of bed this morning and found that my new bff Plungergirl (sorry chick-I'm a 'tard and haven't fingered out how to link you yet) had linked to me, and I had a stunning double digit number of page impressions. WOOT!
My dad is on his way home from Kyrgystan today. He is gonna be so proud of his little girl. Her fifteen minutes of fame are as Sparky the Wonder Twat. Evidently the public wants vaginas. So I have to ask myself, are you gonna be THAT GIRL? Yes, folks. That's me. All vaginas. All the time.
- I love a lot. I wait a lot. I try to find a lot to laugh at. I don't usually have trouble with that. I pray a lot. I'm not always sure who or what I pray to, but I firmly believe that prayer makes a difference. I try not to panic very often. I try to learn something new every day. I spend a lot of time poking my nose into other peoples' bidness via their blogs. I clean up an awful lot of feathers. You can dress me up, but you can't really take me out. I travel a lot when I can find bird sitters and we take them with us when I can't. I drink, prolly to excess, but I rarely get sick because my body is a hostile environment to germs (or maybe no SELF RESPECTING germ would LIVE in my body?) I collect: gnomes, passport stamps, MONEY-preferably US dollars or Euros, red headed womyn and chicks named Stephanie. My Momma taught me many many years ago that girls don't fart, they foosie. She taught me lots of other chit too. Thanks for stopping by-leave me a comment and let me know you were here, feel free to link to me, or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org