A Texas Rollergirl inhabiting multiple dimensions, April 2, 2006
How has it happened that time has gotten away from the spinster aunt? I keep it in a maximum security lockup, but recently it escaped. An inside job, no doubt. In any event, suddenly I’m on the go, I’m on the go, I’m on the go-go-go, no time Toulouse. A nasty shock to the system, since in my natural state I am a blobular parasitic growth that my lime green recliner can’t seem to shake off. But there it is. All I can tell you is, soon, although I know not when, there will be posts on the women’s john at Jeffrey’s and on my stunning apostasy regarding the roller derby. Soon, soon.