Let 'er RIP...

Yes, ladies and gentleman, it's a Texas Drag Queen Massacre sorta day... Megan and I were watching the Chiller channel last evening (what ever did we do before that streamed onto our TV screen?!) and I've been feeling rather ghoulish ever since...

If you haven't listened to them, I suggest that you find them. They're the same band but under a new name these days; Al B. Damned. I would compare them to Wednesday 13 and the Murderdolls, except they're British... They could use a few more supporters so that they can make the little trip across the lake to play a show here. I was told that a ticket to a rock show was not a proper way to write off a plane ride to England...

I've been thinking about perfection, due to a conversation I was just having. It involves my friendship with Barbie. Friendship, you ask? Well of course we'd be friends! She'd be obligated to like me, she's perfect. She has this job of upholding everyone's perceptions and expectations. Her life sucks. But she's perfect, remember? So she has to happy about it. No one loves a sad Barbie. Therefore, we would be best friends. Too bad she couldn't function as a human. Her waist is too tiny for her to menstruate properly... See the cost of perfection?

I've been in a rather household domestic sort of mood lately. Sort of a June Cleaver, pearls and all, apron bloodied and holding a hatchet. My kids are going to love coming home to me. Can you imagine my husband finding an eyeball in his martini instead of an olive? This is all besides the point. I meant to start talking about my baking... I really want to bake something from scratch. I have the ability and the creativity, it's just time that is my enemy. He will be defeated though; locked in an iron maiden, draining his blood and using it Erzsébet Báthory style. I will make something for next week though; Jared's mouth watered when I told him what I was planning on making. I feel that a "welcome back to Wilkes Barre for the semester" cake is in order. I'll let you all know how that turns out... Maybe even with pictures! Can you stand the excitement?

I might write more later. Stay tuned to the UK's No.1 Shock Rocker, Al B. Damned...

...Put your arms in the air for shock n' roll!

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