I HAD SOMETHING TO SAY

But i can't go another day without washing this mass on top of my head.

A drawback of wearing hair natural: big hair quickly trans(mogrifies)lates into obese hair. My coif is on that Star Jones (pre-op) and there is nothing remotely attractive about it.

...ok there is this one curl that is kinda cute, but that's neither here nor there.

Anyway.

So. In lieu of writing, i have to attend to this lion's mane. Hopefully i won't forget what it was i wanted to write about. That's been the case lately. My mind is overloaded with thoughts and then when its time to write -- nothing. I don't know if that constitutes some bizarre manifestation of writer's block, or is just more evidence of my brain's faulty wiring. Probably the latter. Either way, it makes for a most frustrating experience when it comes time to blog. Maybe i should hire someone to take dictation for me. Or maybe i should buy a dictaphone. Do they still sell those? That'd be a pretty cool gadget to have i think. So 1950s. All i would need is a starched - argo, the kind your granny used, not the shortcut newfangled niagara spray stuff - gingham dress and a pearl necklace.

But I digress.

In the meantime, for my people in the struggle, i'm posting this game that i've been amusing myself with. The theme being especially relevant yesterday and today.




I am such a sick pup sometimes. Have fun! lol.

Junior - Mama Used to Say