Rache has a sunburn

(just a public service warning, you know…)

I’m updating my resume…
looks like a sure thing!

look…it’s crictor’s new head!

it’s  such a pretty head.
she’ll be playing camille in storrs ct this month.
I wish I could get there. 

te adore, crisphead.

thanks Belimama

we’re all just coming out of the dugout in the ninth inning, aren’t we?

lyrics from…

—-
mr rabbit, mr rabbit
your coat is mighty grey
yes, bless god it’s made that way

every little soul must shine
every little soul must shine

mr rabbit, mr rabbit
your ears are mighty long
yes by god they’re put on wrong

every little soul must shine
every little soul must shine

mr rabbit, mr rabbit
you ears are mighty thin
yes bless god, they’re splitting the wind

every little soul must shine
every little soul must shine
every little soul must shine
every little soul must shine

mr rabbit, mr rabbit
your eyes are mighty red
yes bless god i’m almost dead

every little soul must shine
every little soul must shine
—–

nobody claims to
see it coming
nobody blames you
can’t help thinking
a marriage license, a job was waiting
by your mid-30′s
you feel unholy

no place for you
to be a girl
no place for you
they closed your world
no place for you
to live and grow
no place for you
that i know

approaching mirrors
waiting tables
fix your lipstick
don’t disappoint those
who have nothing to do this evening
no day is safe from thoughts of you leaving

no place for you
to be a girl
no place for you
they closed your world
no place for you
to live and grow
no place for you
that i know

just add water
someone’s done for
i’m getting nervous and there’s one more
just add water
someone’s done for
i’m getting nervious there goes one more

no day is safe from thoughts of you leaving
marriage license
can’t help thinking
it’s all for nothing
she’s so unholy
up in the skies now
she’s getting away

no place for you
to be a girl
no place for you
they closed your world
no place for you
to live and grow
no place for you
that i know
–
there’s a world in between
being everything
to everyone
and being nothing
to no one

there’s a world in between
giving life to a dream
giving hope
giving love
giving some
and giving nothing
to no one

a world of extreme reflection
hear his scream for affection

there’s a world in between
being everything to everyone
and being nothing
to no one
I am a button
to sew on

—

remember alexander the great?  of course you do. 
remember his horse Bucephalus?  I ran into him today at the cenex while looking for cat fud.  I purchased him because my soul cried out for succor, in the form of retail therapy.  plus, I’ve always wanted him, ever since this morning when I found out he existed.

what is time? 

  the mary renault book is fantabulous

and the carton was damaged, so all it said was PHALUS.
need I say more?

tennis team extraordinaire… there’s you in your perfect whites.
there’s me in my donald duck tee shirt and no farging socks.

do you have those piccies of us with the bra on our heads? 
most of my pics are gone.  do you have any dance pictures?  sigh.
what about that summer breeze one with us all wearing each other’s tee shirts after the police concert?

MED!  Erich Freaking Bolz signed my yearbook…why didn’t you??
come here now and sign it…

should I post the picture of fp and I in Apple Twig?

here we go…Asshole Leaf:

i used to tuck my jeans into my socks…

singing the national anthem…

off to europa…