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Okay. First of all. Fuck Winter.
The Salvation army needs to go back to the cardboard tags. The paper just tears and I end up with multiple staples in my collars that are inconvenient to remove. The cardboard ones come off with the staples. It’s an urgent problem. I don’t know why no one is taking it seriously.
I love that even after the shit storm of the last few days I've had the cardboard tag thing is all I really feel like complaining about. Everything else I can directly influence. The tag thing requires writing a letter to someone, and really, its much easier just to bitch about it on the internet.
Somebody bought this grade school in Jakes hometown and now they live in it. And even though there is something a hillbilly about the reality- I can't help but think its the most awesome idea ever.
Oh, so I made a big dramatic deal about how you can buy stripper shoes at target, and how there must have been a spike in consumer reports for drag queens and porn stars...and blah blah blah. I do this in front of like ten people, and while I'm showing the picture around, Kellys like "I have those shoes. I'm wearing them tomorrow." Maybe she really does have sex in the road at work...
I think this picture is hilarious. Randomly one day this big wooden cross appeared backstage so, now I hang my tutu on it.
More hair. Less product.
The last time I was in a tutu I was five.
Ah, boner.
As hard as I tried just to completely ignore that today was Black Wednesday or "Valentines Day" I did get a nice surprise and some pretty flowers.
So. Yeah. I've got that going for me.
The Salvation army needs to go back to the cardboard tags. The paper just tears and I end up with multiple staples in my collars that are inconvenient to remove. The cardboard ones come off with the staples. It’s an urgent problem. I don’t know why no one is taking it seriously.
I love that even after the shit storm of the last few days I've had the cardboard tag thing is all I really feel like complaining about. Everything else I can directly influence. The tag thing requires writing a letter to someone, and really, its much easier just to bitch about it on the internet.
Somebody bought this grade school in Jakes hometown and now they live in it. And even though there is something a hillbilly about the reality- I can't help but think its the most awesome idea ever.
Oh, so I made a big dramatic deal about how you can buy stripper shoes at target, and how there must have been a spike in consumer reports for drag queens and porn stars...and blah blah blah. I do this in front of like ten people, and while I'm showing the picture around, Kellys like "I have those shoes. I'm wearing them tomorrow." Maybe she really does have sex in the road at work...
I think this picture is hilarious. Randomly one day this big wooden cross appeared backstage so, now I hang my tutu on it.
More hair. Less product.
The last time I was in a tutu I was five.
Ah, boner.
As hard as I tried just to completely ignore that today was Black Wednesday or "Valentines Day" I did get a nice surprise and some pretty flowers.
So. Yeah. I've got that going for me.