If only reruns of Hee Haw could run all day, that would complete my already extraordinary life. I've got a closet of dresses I've fashioned from nothing into somethings, no piece left behind. I have magic hands in the kitchen, beware killer guacamole, pasta extraordinaire, rollos con buenisimos, and deviled eggs that just won't quit. Mayor McCheese is my left hand lil man, best dressed damn turtle in the nation. I miss my friends from days back home, no one like them anywhere, wherever they have landed. I never seem to remember to rinse the soap off my neck in the shower. I mix many a cocktail that can best described as euphoria in a martini glass. Monsters don't exist, come to think of it, I don't think they ever did. I am a shark in the thrift racks. I don't feel bad wearing recycled fur cause you're wearing new leather. I go from humble to cocky in two shakes of a lamb's tail. What.
