It hath come to my attention by lovely Miss E that I have been severely neglecting my blogging duties. Well heavens to fucking Betsey Johnson, let me make it right. I have been back in Denver for almost 3 weeks I think, being a bit too social, wearing a little too much black, and not painting nearly enough. But I am focussing again, though I have many stories to re-tell, how bout I tell one a day.
I will start with last night:
Once upon a time there were two girls minding their own beezwax taking vanilla bubble baths, watching documentaries on killer bees, and eating way too many strawberries, when both of their cell phones blow up with text messages at a much too late hour to be sober callers. Who was it but their two severly dysfunctional but at times entertaining friends, Dweedle Dee and Dweedle Dum. Apparently Dweedle Dee and Dweedle Dumb Ass had gotten themselves in a bit of trouble with the po po and seemed to be disoriented and in some way thought we could help. Which was not made very clear by the text messages they sent. Usually when someone needs actual serious help, they pick up the phone and CALL SOMEONE IN PERSON AND LET THEM KNOW WTF IS GOING ON. But no these two lovely human beings decided the best way to express their feelings was to call us bad people and cunting whores and the like...So fast forward to today, thest two girls are buying two douche bags and taping them to Dweedle Dee and Dweedle Dums front door so they might not be lonely and have little versions of themselves.. just like in Coraline.