I always made myself laugh with my little joke about there being nothing like going through a presidential election with a mate to really seal the relationship. Like rising above adversity together makes you a stronger couple. But this election I find I have no relationship in which to ride out the storm… I have only a pretend relationship. A lopsided, unbalanced and freakishly unstable pretend relationship. Like a stumbling, retarded, drooling, blind giant… with a huge erection…  tripping through the village causing hysteria among the sensory-assaulted village folk.   At times it really strikes me as to how delusional I am.  Still, it is more of a curiosity to me than a source of sadness or pain. And, not unlike dear Hillary, I am unwilling to just go away. I will not concede defeat. Now if only I had a couple of million to lend myself for some consolation.  Instead, I have only my keyboard and my pathos. This blog is like a tree falling in a forest…and it’s starting to make me sick, as have my many blogs before it.  When total saturation of said sickness is reached,  the blogs self destruct.  But again, I will refuse to admit defeat…. I will blog until I am puking up blood……  I will blog until somebody’s eyes bleed….  I will blog until they pry my cold rigamortified hands from the keyboard.  Take that, you  unyielding blogosphere…. hah !!!!

Currently reading “Colors Insulting to Nature” by Cintra Wilson.  Excellent.

From Publisher’s Weekly:

The dark Gen-X fairy tale follows the adventures of Liza Normal, a would-be starlet with far more ambition than looks or talent. Saddled with a frightening stage mother, Peppy, Liza—”not a girl ruled by the logic of self-preservation”—endures humiliation after humiliation as she acts in an unintentionally campy family musical, turns punk, dates a drug dealer and a washed-up boy band member, goes to rehab and tries unsuccessfully to make it big in Hollywood.