up-to-the minute BETH flash

my torso is covered in giant, rashy, ITCHY, hive-like splotches

dear readers.

all three of you. the man has been auditing the content of my wee blog. why would the man want to interfere with me? my words? no se. no se, at all. so, if you happen to read an especially lame entry, let's go ahead and blame it on him. and, thank you big blue pencil for your wisdom.

bakery chit chat

so, i overhear someone talking about olden times. they say, "dinosaur". i try to make a joke about my olden times eggs and say, "vaginosaur!". which, sounded like "vagina sore!". either way, awesome comeback.

BHM pt. 1

i call this one "carl celebrates black history month by riding a giant, wooden fish".

look what i got in the mail.

one extra crazy peanut.

just another thing to make me doubt the size and power of my brain.

peach. with a mention of raspberries, an indication of blueberries. and most certainly, a loathing of lattice. lattice work, not unlike the man, tries to keep me down. you will not succeed today lattice. maybe tomorrow. but not today.

i'm back on the darning bandwagon. and i'm thinking about dabbling in a bit of damning, too. so, if i happen to damn you in the upcoming days, know it's nothing personal. just a phase.

i saw black swan the other day.

when i was little i always dreamed of having feathers. ahh. childhood aspirations.