huzzah ... vinyl representations of my psyche have arrived at Mooland!
Sparing whoever reads this the wailing/moaning/renting of garment/gnashing of teeth that is life at Mooland as of late - because, buck up, gimpgrrrl, in the real world, yer pretty damn lucky - the Joy, the Wonder, The Hoopla that ensued when the box from SLG arrived yesterday cannot be described as the soothing balm it was ... 'A Thing of Beauty and a Joy Forever ...' if only I could wax eloquent as Evan & Sarah, whom I thank sincerely, for the one good moment in this miserable month. The Carton of Hate & the Wedge of Spite kept my spirits up twelve years back when I was being diagnosed w/ms, & now the vinyls are here in my warren (as my darling brother calls it), much like High Holies to watch over me w/their Weapons of Doom. Thank you, thank you, 10q, etc ... and happy Lenny Bruce's birthday. Selah.