[about the author]
i actually like speaking in front of large crowds. freakish,
i work crossword puzzles in ink.
i am the american nigella lawson. or maybe the american eddie
izzard. can't decide, really.
i would be a really good mom, but i'm cool with being a really
i am sometimes more perceptive than i would like to be.
i am fiercely loyal. sometimes, stupidly so.
i never play dumb. never.
i am way too hard on myself.
i am a change agent.
i sometimes cross that fine line between assertive and aggressive.
i am not afraid to tell people that i love them.
i am militantly pro-choice.
i am pro-adoption.
i know a little bit about alot of things.
i typically enjoy the company of men more than women.
i am capable of being really mean and nasty, but i fight it.
i am a lifelong cubs fan. do not laugh.
i have been known to hold a grudge.
i have hips.
i am not my sister.
i am lousy at forgiving myself.
i am an indoor kind of gal.
i am a bargain shopper. to the point of obsession.
i am 32 flavors. and then some.
what a drag
unfortunately, i don't really have much time to write today. or yesterday.
but, i couldn't let the sun go down today without saying:
words just don't begin to describe the joy i feel. okay, well, they might begin, but they don't really fully encompass the joy i feel.
so, here's the funny thing:
i would totally make out with eddie izzard.
and not in a "just because he's there" kind of way. i mean, i really want to make out with eddie izzard.
and not just because it's been almost a year since i had any real makeout action, either.
that's right, people.
[ed. note: please send all makeout candidates and/or suggestions via email. asap.]
but, here's the weird part...as if saying "i have a mad passionate desire to make out with that english transvestite comedian" isn't the weird part. right. what, you don't think that's the weird part? okay, try going home to southern west virginia for your high school reunion and saying, "this is my transvestite boyfriend. he's a comedian. and british. well, i say 'british,' but, technically, he was born in yemen."
the weird part is i mostly want to make out with him when he's dressed as a woman. when he's dressed as a guy, i don't want to make out with him nearly as much. i mean, it's been almost a year...let's not pretend...i would most definitely still make out with him dressed as a man. dressed as a poodle. dressed as a sleestak. because he's so smart and funny. and smart + funny = a guy i'd like to make out with.
but, it's just not as overwhelming a desire when he's not all trannied out.
in related news, i'm heading out to the annual dc high heel race this evening.
hope to have some pictures to share tomorrow. yep, i should be able to take plenty of photos since i won't be busy making out with anyone.
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