Dearest Uterus...

Hello, darling.

I know. I haven't placated your hunger for calming hormones in little pink pills that make me feel horrid. It's been days! And now you're bleeding at me. This I don't mind. But I beg of you - please! *Please* don't hurt hard! I have artwork to finish for Swancon! I want to be able to get it finished! I'm in the final stretch!

I beg of you, please! Please don't hurt me hard!

Love,
Host Body.

Ain't Gonna Lie...

Kunal Nayyar makes me feel funny in my tummy. And by tummy I mean girl bits.

He has a clown role on Big Bang Theory, but this guy needs to be a romantic lead in something. God damn, look at those eyes. *swoon* And the lips, don't forget the lips!

Out and Proud? Awesome.

Ricky Martin - Nice fucking job, mate. That was pure class. Well done! Your music does absolutely nothing for me but I respect the courageous move of coming out. People would like to think that it doesn't matter anymore, but it does matter. People still suffer for being gay, and you know it. So it was both a gutsy and well played moment for you.

God damn. The other week I was finding myself having heaps of respect for Jessica Simpson. Now Ricky Martin? What the hell? Did I wake up in bizarro world?

Ah, the pre-show rush.

All I am doing right now is sleeping, eating, checking mail and painting.

I am beyond worn out. But it's a good kind of worn out.