" It’s an ingenious solution to a problem that never should have existed in the first place." 
  — James May

Mick...

in-sane':adj. crazy; not legally responsible for one's actions.--in-san'i-ty n.
Nine years! Time certainly flies, doesn't it? As the song says, still crazy, after all these years...!
JOURNAL
December 6,  2009
Apparently, one day of wacko a week isn't enough for some people, so I will be archiving Journal of the Mad entries here:
ARCHIVES
 Don't be afraid...be very afraid...
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"Beauty is truth, truth beauty."
-John Keats
Vital stats include things like five foot one, no matter which way you measure me (and if I get stuck in my bathtub, which will probably be any second now, for God's sake, call Richard Simmons!), long, desperately in need of colouring brownish hair this week (which I'm jonesing to curl), blue-green-grey-hazel eyes, a terrific sense of humour (believe me, I need one), and a great personality (mom says that's what counts).

 "I became a lesbian out of devout Christian charity. All those women out there are praying for a man and I gave them my share." 
-Rita Mae Brown
I am the faghag other faghags wish they were *L* I am a twenty year survivor/volunteer at the GLCR.  I have been an Empress once or twice, Entertainer of the Year, Mister Gay Regina, and even a Prince, and I have the crown(s) to prove it, along with several last names, which are given out as a token of respect. For more info on all things dragalicious, check out the BALL AD.

"The writer must be universal in sympathy and an outcast by nature; only then can he see clearly."   
-Julian Barnes
I'm a  writer. Maybe even a good one. I have people who tell me that, anyway, and who am I to argue? They say write what you know, so beware of slash, since that's mostly what makes up my world.  I also play poet, loving the whole trendy-hip-angsty thing.  All that's missing is the outdoor cafe and the beret...

"But you are, Blanche, you are in that chair!"
-Bette Davis
Whatever Happened To Baby Jane

"Because you're a lonely man, chasing paramasturbatory illusions that you believe will give your life meaning and significance, which your pathetic social maladjustment makes impossible to find elsewhere."
     -Maurice
     X-Files: How the Ghosts Stole Christmas
 In my world, the coffee is strong as death, black as hell and sweet as love. The smoking section is always open. Fox Mulder is always just as close as my dvdplayer, Slow Motion Walter is always more than  just a blues song, Georgia's always on my mind,  and the Gunmen always visit on Friday. Bunnies and bears always frolic in my living room, Blair Sandburg is always the bottom, there is always a next Sunday, and finally, the Blanches are always shaken, never stirred.