Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

Another Funday Monday at Tootsy's, starring yours truly... the fabulous door wench. Er, wait no. No... not really. My night & My tip bucket ended up getting cockblocked by a spider bite. Ow. I'm just sittin there, minding My own business (and the business of whoever is on stage or walkin in the door) when OWDAMMIT! >. A bit later it's burning pain + chills + freezing + nausea. Cute. Very sexy. So I was allowed to exit early, saving some face. Now I'm home and I feel like I got hit by the Flu Truck. Hoping a nice dose of Doctor Visit tomorrow will help. I don't need another Recluse Fiasco* And not only did I make minimal tips, I saw minimal stuff to snark on. The only thing being that booty clap + classic rock = hur dur, but to do it non stop, for 2/3 of Silver, Blue & Gold ? Wha?!?! No. Just, no. * - The morning before I was to go back to NYC from SoCal, I was bit by a Brown Recluse. I spent 3 days/nights on a bus with flu-like symptoms and pain. DISLIKE.

Well we know what bleach can do to hairs. It fried the ends of Mine. fried em till they were nappy. So instead of hair past My bra and bangs finally grown to the chin... like this: I'm back to bangs. Bleh! I have a love/hate thing with the bangs Yes, I know that this is all My fault. If having so much hair = cheap to go to a salon to bleach/dye/cut it wouldn't be an issue for Me to do it at home. I wouldn't do it at home! You can see how fried it looks. FML! I'm cranky. Plus I'm not very good at cutting My own hair. So I'm gonna need to fund a trip to a salon. FML. So do I try to rock the bangs? With a bangs style not unlike: I mean, I want a look where I can be mainstream, or retro, or fetish, or porn star without drastic changes. One style that can be used in all those looks. Ugh. Last time I did bangs was when I had black hair and I just didn't feel it as much. Maybe now I will? So do I leave the bangs at their current length? It's an awkward length ...

Fuck you, Boxing Day . And take St Stephen with you. Once upon a time, in 1977, your beloved Hostess was supposed to be born on Christmas Day. Yeah, and I was going to be named Noel. Thankfully, on that part, I was stubborn. My great aunt's dog was named Noel. Do I fucking look like Indiana Jones? Despite My penchant for whips... So 4ish hours late, there I was. All cute and newborn and cranky at the chilly hospital air. Happy birthday to Me. Oh, also Happy Boxing Day! For a while, it was rather ace to have a birthday the day after Christmas. Extra presents! Wooohooo! Oodles of gifts for miles. My mother's side of the family did well and, in general, the presents were a plenty. This was until I turned oh... maybe 12? Then it was "oh hay, have a combination present !" ... Let's examine this with some visual aids, shall we? This is a standard calender for the month of December. Do we see how the 25th and the 26th have separate boxes? Yes well, I tried to explain to ...