Saturday, February 19, 2005

I am becoming famous or is that infamous - someone actually googled me - menopausal bi-polar witch babbling. This hapax legomenon has posted my poem Power on his blog, cool.

I decided to go out dancing last night. I had a pretty good time. It has been a long time since I did anything like that. Unfortunately, it was karaoke night, there was one young woman that could actually sing. I do not. I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket and have vowed not to torture others in the attempt. I only sing in the car along with radio. Being that I was sober made it all the more interesting. I can only compare it to watching the auditions of American Idol - the ones that don't make it. It was like watching a train wreck, horrifying - yet one can't look away.

I was looking good. I love these new jeans, I should get at least one more pair. Comments about what a nice ass I have were abundant. I think I shall wear these jeans everywhere. I shall live in them. My ego has been stroked, and I am feeling good. I almost feel bad for the young man whose arm I nearly broke when he slapped my ass. The bouncer ejected him not so gently from the bar, he won't be feeling good today. I arrived home safe and sober at an obscene hour and woke with a sinus headache from too many cigarettes. The sinus tab has kicked in and I am bright eyed and feeling good and almost ready for sustenance.

Broomhilda worshipped the goddess at 9:58 AM

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