It Never Rains ...

It fucking pours.

Itgirl informs me this evening that a) she is going to be in Georgia for most of August and b) her giant twats of roommates have decided to rent her room to someone else. For September 1.

Basically she has to move next week, and it would seem that the vacancy rate in Washington, DC, has now reached "pathetic" level and there's no place to rent.

If any of y'all good blogreaders are in the area and have a spare room or know of anything to rent, we want to hear from you!

Right about now would be a really good time.

TIA

Chubby Foreskin

ItGirl has, yet again, abdicated her blogging responsiblities, all because of that shit called "life" and "work".

Fortunately I don't have a lot of either and can pick up the slack for a bit.

So let's see, what's been going on? Well, she had a birthday on the 18th, which should be noted, and she hasn't broken much of anything lately. That's to be celebrated also. She is still 12 years younger than I am, so I don't expect any mad mid-life crises to start for a couple of years. My first mid-life crisis was at 34, I think. I realized I was getting old and boring, so went and got my navel pierced, spent $300 on two sets of underwear and then asked for a divorce. For this new one, I have been experimenting with Brazilian Waxing (ow ow ow but nice results) and am flirting with the idea of a tattoo. I'm also going to have breast reduction surgery.

I'm almost afraid of what will happen at 50.

Oh, the title of the post? Well, I suppose I should explain that. My husband just came home from working a graveyard shift and someone had changed the sign outside the A&W to read "Chubby Foreskin, $4.99" or something. He felt it was worthy of note, but was too tired to go back and take a picture.

Dude, I wouldn't give you a quarter for it, but I'm pleased to know that they are diversifying their menu.

Next is what, deep fried nipples?

so it goes.

My blond hair is dead.

Actually, my multi-colored hair is dead. For the first time in four years, I have a single shade of color throughout my hair. I'm not quite sure what to do about this. I feel strange.

What brought about this drastic change, you ask? Hair extensions. Yep, they're going in on Tuesday. This will force me to let my hair grow out before I chop it all off.

And never fear, I will have multiple shades with the extensions.

On another subject, does anyone know if this is true? Just curious.

And for those of you reading in the Colorado area (you know who you are, and for those who don't, I know the identity of She Who is Posting lists of the mix tapes I carefully crafted for her in eighth grade in the comments section here), here's a new place to eat.

Make sure you use only the human-tasting tofu on your barbecue grills this holiday weekend.