that's me in the corner
Yeah, that's me all right. Right in the fucking corner. No spotlight for me, thanks.
While some fancy bitches are busy churning out lace like a gang of Irish nuns on meth, guess who decides to knit a sock?
Yeah, Miss Imagination herself.
So here I am:
And I quote "a happy little sock", doing all of her dirty work for her, because she's too drunk, lazy and old to write one blog, nevermind two, and has come up with the cute idea of having a "guest" guest blogger, and I got the short straw.
Contrary to popular opinion, rather than being "a happy little sock" I would like to note that I'm actually 2-1/2 inches of seething hostility. (Yeah, two and a half inches. Want to make something of it? I'm a sock for FSM's sake -- what'd you expect, Ron Jeremy?)
So seeing I'm in charge around here, there are gonna be a few changes. To start with, this place could use a little excitement. Therefore, we are today introducing a brand new feature called "Roadkill or Fashion Statement?"
Our first entry:
is that a possum on your head or are you just pleased to see me?
As you can see, her last haircut (which she's wearing at this very moment) wasn't quite as successful as she would have liked. I'm thinking in some countries people are shot for cutting hair like this, but she paid them and even TIPPED the hairdresser, even though they didn't do what she asked and now she looks like her head exploded.
Sad, hmm? She'd probably prefer that picture not be published, but that's the sort of thing that happens to you when you knit socks instead of lace.
Consider yourselves warned.