The shitty old saying "So near, and yet so far" has never held more meaning than it does at this surreal moment.
Being approximately 10-15 minutes down the road from the travelling epicenter of unparalleled hotness known as the Blackheart Burlesque, and NOT at In The Venue is a tad dispiriting.
But let's face it, having 3 littles (identical twin boys + tiny lady) = boring ol' fuddy duddy. I'm just going to own it. Someone has to be the boring predictable one. ;)
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I'm finally onto Club Dead (Book #3). Who else suffers from the strange compulsion to read the entire series of books, once you start on the first book of the series? And there are 13 (yes, THIRTEEN!!!) books in this Southern Vampire Mysteries series. How the fuck am I going to eke out the time for this, I do not know. (Especially because in between these junk food books, I'd like to carve out reading time for edifying texts.)
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Did you know two of my journal entries were featured on the front page in the past few days? What a (pleasant) surprise! Whomever made this executive decision has truly impeccable taste. ;) So, thank you to whomever made my day(s). It cracked me up though that all of the other featured entries had a zillion hearts/loved-its, and of course (no surprise there) mine didn't.
We all know a journal entry entirely comprised of words is a suckasaurus rex stuck in a fuckin' suckatrocious suckasstrophe of fecal suckbags. (wth does it mean? You tell me).
Night.
xo
