Friday, March 15, 2013

Gird your loins



I'm ovulating.

It's really rather cartoonish and absurd the way I feel/act before packing up and departing for my ladies holiday. Like a bad caricature of myself, I fumble through the days foggy, primitive, ravenous in each and every way. Leaving a trail of tears (other people's, usually), wrappers, and slime in my wake.


Sigourney Weaver eating a hotdog in Los Angeles, 1983
Photo sent to me everso thoughtfully by ESB

11 comments:

  1. they've been playing the director's cut of Alien on Showtime. (or HBO?) SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GOOD.

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  2. Oh I feel you on the other people's blood... make sure you have a surplus beforehand or some such... Sorry to hear if you're foggy and ech! I hate obstructions to kicking full ass.

    What a fabulous image, lurve her.

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  3. Wait you said tears... I guess mine gets a little extreme. ;)

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    1. YES! I love it! Best Freudian slip.

      How've you been? Miss you, lady!

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  4. I'm putting this on facebook. it's exactly how I feel.

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The divine PB&J in me, salutes the divine PB&J in you.