i spend my free time thinking about things like slim goodbody (he disturbs me). i know i'm weird, and getting more weird the older i get. i am not trying to be weird. i guess i just am not stopping myself. i say and do what i want, unfiltered, and i am genuinely happy. also, i have so much fun!
lately i've been called weird by like 10 people in the last week. so i guess it got me thinking about it. i am even weird looking! weird face, weird clothes.....
i like to play jokes (the classic creme of tartar i put in stacy's purse), take pics of elephants pooping (and post them online.) i've recently admitted to sometimes vacumming with pixie wings on. i do this shit when i am home alone!
i tried not to be weird at the new job, which lasted about a day. recently pat asked to borrow my stapler. i had to tell her, "i can't find it, but i do have a kazoo!"
so why am i ranting about being weird? i guess it's my way of saying, "i'm here! i'm weird! and it's not going away!"
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And, as an aside, I do believe I was the one who GAVE you those fairy wings...because I had an EXTRA pair. So, NOW who's the f'ng weird one? HUH?!
Signed Lucy Ricardo