Aside from the wonder of reduced admission at movie theatres, Tuesdays bring plenty of goodness! Such as, the sunshine outside, for instance.
Or, even better yet, the prognosis that Boyfriend’s on his way back to bein’ two-legged!
Yep, you heard it here first. I’m soon to be not dating a cripple. Awesome! He can do partial weight-bearing and in six weeks or so, he’ll be able to walk with just a cane for a bit. (It figures that his favourite TV show is House.) It’ll be a while after that before he’s a “Go-Go-Go” man again, but shit, anything’s better than what his life was reduced to these past few weeks, and I, for one, am elated!
Aside from that, I got my haircut. Remember the rant? Yeah, well. Fuck that! I didn’t go back to my $60 guy, but instead went to a hair school and paid $8.56. HA. And it looks CUTE! I’m a punk rock girl. Without product, I’ll look like a Chia pet, but with, I look pretty darned kewt, if I may say so myself. Plus, it looks almost identical to how my hair looks in the Guy’s fave pic o’ me. All good, that.
I was boppin’ down Main Street on my scooter, singing — as I often do. If you see a Eurotrash girl zipping around Vancouver and singing: Janis Joplin (“Oh, Lord, won’t you buy me a Mercedes-Benz…”) or the Hip (“And it’s part hard–hard to remember, and it’s part hard–hard to say…”) or Tom Waits (“Jesus gonna be here…”) or anything else along those lines, just shout out a “HEY, STEFF!” and I’ll wave.
Today, I was spoofing Black Sabbath’s “Iron Man.” It went something like, “I am punk-rock girl!” And insert a few head bangs right there. Then I sang out the stupid riffs. You have no idea how much I hate that song! Still, it was a hoot.
I’m sure I look like a freak when I’m in a great mood, zipping around town, belting out the classics, but shit, you gotta make your own fun, and I make mine. Besides, my scooter’s fucking LOUD, man. It’s like an early warning system for the Boyfriend, who can hear me approaching from two blocks away, he claims. I have to be singing LOUD for y’all to hear. And today I was.
Well, a friend’s coming over and some celebratory beer is to be had. It is a Good day. On top of that, I’ve finally cracked the top 10,000 blogs in the world, according to Technorati. Who knew, huh? So, THANK YOU to all of you who keep coming back for more. Gluttons for punishment, y’all are, and I loves it so. Y’all rock and rock and rock all the night long.
Oh, you wanted SEX. RIGHT. What made ya think this was a sex blog? Oh, ‘cos it is. Right. Well, come back later, my friends, and I’ll tie you up. A little bit of bondage or something shall be posted at some point tonight, after I’ve had some beers and pizza and chill time out in the world. Happy Tuesday, kids. Don’t spend it all in one place.