The Sea Witch stole my voice

*Gets library card.  Does excited dance.  Drinks tea.  Talking Heads.  Practices audition pieces loudly in cars.  All Day.  Buys new Goldfrapp album!  Listens to every day!  Purchases spring coat.  Changes life!  New sunglasses :)  finally.  Borrows Mickey Rooney & Judy Garland DVD collection.  Gets haircut, becomes boy again.  Applies eyebrows, becomes tranny again.  Drinks tea.  Drinks twelve cosmos, plenty o jagger bombs, eats donair?  Wakes up WITHOUT VOICE?!  Becomes Ariel.  Worries about upcoming audition.  Watches Judy on sick day in bed with bag of cookies and entire tub of macaroons, hoping for voice back, please.  Wonders why he's never before discovered these awful sugar poofs which are probably not helping his voice.  Drinks tea.  Soul Satisfaction.  Dance walks to work in new coat!  Practices audition pieces silently in cars.  All Day.  Worries.  Drinks tea...*

Lately

Hi, my name is Really Lame.  But at least I'm fucking sexy.  Question mark.

A DAY OFF?!!

Snake skin tights (cha-ching!)

After a fruitful day of shopping, and more than a few impulse buys later, I'm pretty much completely satisfied.  Painting my toenails, apple pie in the oven, sipping a cup o joe, about to put in Lost In Translation and shove as much popcorn in my mouth as I can. Dreaming up the perfect outfit to go with my new tights :)   What.  A great.  Day.

Chew Lips - Slick

Happy Sunday

That's who I'll be spending my Valentine's Day with-------->

Thomas (The bunny.  Not the hunk in the house coat)

Thinking about making sushi.  *catches cab to McDonalds*

xoxo

Oh, the mountain air. Oh, the terror.

Well I'm back from a snowmobile trip with my bro and dad.  You're as shocked as I am.  Yes, I actually avoided death.  Narrowly, mind you, but here I am getting back into the swing of things with two new jobs on the go :)  But before we move on, let me try and illustrate a graphic picture for you.

Mountain-scape snowmobiling is something the men in my family have been doing for years and the most dangerous thing I've recently forced myself to do.  Before I agreed to this care-free getaway with the boys, I thought hey, this will be an excellent opportunity to reconnect with my brother and maybe even prove to my dad that the butch hasn't been completely squeezed out of me.  Little did I know how dangerously close I would come to shitting my pants and death or serious injury.  Don't get me wrong, I did enjoy myself in low elevations and on long-stretching plateaus of waist-deep powder.  The air was alpine-y and fresh, and the scenic beauty was incredible.  Every day in the mountains is a good day.  I did not, however, enjoy attempting to climb an icy 60 degree, 500 meter incline of terror, cease to move forward half way up, start sliding backwards, shitting my pants, flipping the skidoo 3 times, scrambling out of the way and narrowly avoiding a crushed face.  After the second time it happened, there were moments when the sheer terror of my (what seemed like then) imminent death could've killed me.  Or at least sent me into sweaty, sweaty convolutions.

On the plus side, helmets + very loud skidoo motors = very loud singing of Stevie Wonder & Broadway show tunes :)

In transition

BREAKBOT

Interview @ Jubilations dinner theatre.  I'm going to explode.  ALL OVER THE WALLS

woah can't stop

thank you Erin.  Love you <3
Miike Snow