Tango of Roxanne

I think me getting my hair straightened qualifies as Supernatural. I've had curly hair, and I've defended my right to curly hair, since I could talk.

And now one of my little sisters has her hair straightener and she's yelping "ouch" every once in a while and muttering "I can't believe your hair is so easy to straighten, it's not fair" and then she's yelping "ouch!" again. Obviously I'm not too to involved cause I'm typing.my blog.

Blog blog blog...what about our sloppy psychic Claire who yesterday found herself trapped in her home with a man who she dubbed "death card"? Let's find out:

"Claire came to with light shining in her eyes and the desire to gag strong within her throat. For a moment she thought it had all been a psychotic dream, not unheard of in psychic circles.

Then she heard the man clear his throat. "Ah-hem." He did it again for emphasis. Claire could have levitated her fear was strong. But now Death Card had a new face. He was the Joker, a prankster, and seemed unnerved by her fainting.

Emboldened Claire examined him more closely. Manicured hands meant he didn't do hard labor and the cut of his suit seemed tailored for his dimensions alone. Who could this man be? A man who thought nothing of threatening his way into a home and scaring a woman unconscious?

Then her spidy-psychic senses chimed in and she knew exactly who she was dealing with. The reality of who stood smiling sheepishly in her direction was far worse than any threat she imagined in the moment when his hand caught her wrist. Claire closed her eyes again and prayed for strength, then realized she could probably jut ask since he was in the room."

Angel of Mercy

owdy Readers,

It's me, your fearless writer! I don't have much to say, just finishing whining and crying a bit. That's no way to start a blog, but if I can't be witty I'll settle for being honest. I had to pull out of a party today that meant a lot to me, but you know, I got issues and shit. I don't have issues, I have volumes.

I'm sleepy. Dang. Pain medication has kicked in with a vengeance. Let me write a short dittie:

Claire didn't see the bad day coming, which was saying something since she was a certified psychic. On a typical morning she could throw a set of shells or pull her tarot cards and ge the gist of the day's goings on.

But this morning there was a ring at the doorbell and when she opened it, eyes blinking rapidly at the light, there was a man in a black uniform who held out a package and smiled with his mouth and threatened with his eyes.

Claire couldn't think of who would send her a package so she didn't feel his hand around her wrist as she reached out until it was too late. The man with the threatening eyes walked into her home, her sanctuary, and turned his head right, left, then center with deliberateness and malice.

She found her voice to ask what he wanted but the only reply was that smile. The smile that in any other environment would incline the witness to think "oh no, not the woodchipper!" But Claire didn't know of woodchippers so all she could think of was "oh no, not the Death Card!"

He met her eyes as her knees buckled. "Claire," said Death Card, "It would be better if you remained standing."

Claire took the high road and fainted...

I Gotcha

Right right right right right...they call me lupe, they wanna smell like me, but they cant...

That makes sense to me. I wanna tour Japan. A friend of mine usually spend a couple months touring Japan, spends a lot of time at the BlueNote in Tokyo. The last time he said soemthing he was saying "Man, I can't wait to get back to the States all this bowing and chopsticks and shit..."

Sounded like heaven to me. I love not knowing what people are saying.

Wait, funny story - yesterday I met this lady who was a stone cold con. Not a "love your con" con, but just a con artist. So, you know she got the job right? My talking to her was straight formality so I didn't even have to care, I could just sit back, listen to her lie lie lie and debate straitening my hair for the winter to stave off my usual winter cold.

I don't know where else my mind wandered. I mention the fact that every one of her former employers said she sucked big hairy monkey balls, but like i said, she's getting the job anyway and I don't have a single thing to do or say about it.

Has anyone noticed how chunky I am in this pic? I'm gonna have to take all new pics, I don't think that corset fits any longer, it was custom-made too. Ah well, the sexy felt good.