I wish I was a drag queen, because I would still be fucking sexy and not have a uterus.
You know what's great about being a woman? ...Nothing I can think of at this moment. BOOBS. I guess the boobs can stay. But the rest of the feminine bits can fuck off and die, kthnx. Blargh.
At some point today the BFF is coming over to talk about what day I can host a Mary Kaye party, which is...fucking great. /sarcasm. We have a mutual high school "friend" who just got into the business, and she's been bugging the BFF to host a MK party, but since the BFF threw the spa party she wants me to throw this one. And I would be happy to throw it--out the window, shooting it full of rock salt while it's on fire.
This "friend" is one of Those Christians, who doesn't believe in dinosaurs and once told me masturbating made you pregnant.
Um, yeah. That's all I've got, apparently.
Would You Like To See Scott Caan Be A Porn Cop? This is not a joke, which is the frightening and sob-making part of this whole experience. My Scott Caan tag has never been more appropriate.