rabbit, rabbit.

yeah!
march madness, my ninjas!!!!
my man gay dan went home today,
but not before we started a viking mer-man djinn spirit on his leg!
no,
i didn't take a picture...
but anyhow,
it was the least i could do for a guy,
after he watched me sleep for two days straight,
with fever chills,
and oodles of boogie-night boogers and bogeys bustin' outta everywhere.
i'm pretty sure that i was the worst host ever.
alas,
the restfulness was broken up with intermittent tatblastin' and terrorizin',
and a whole helluva lotta backhanded barbarian boasting.
and we wached 'my blue heaven', too.
i'm totally feelin' the 'rabbit, rabbit' good-luck explosion today.
as in:
the sh!tty sickness is in remission,
my tat-zappin' skills were utilized to their fullest
(read as: 100 words, and a tupac poem at that, on some ribs)
and i ate a buttbaby dirty diaperload of delicious indian food.
march, ya'll.
so good.
the big windy wartorn merry merry month....
named after mars,
the god of war.
figures the winds blow so hard all month.
war AND change.
let's not forget it's spring in 19 more days,


the big arthur makey-ness,
-in progress.
that's a pasta box, yo.
and those hands definitely have teeth....
he's a soot eater.
y'know,
a spirit who flies around eating up smokiness from chimneys an' what-all.
it'll most likely make more sense when there's a background, huh?

i don't even care!!
i'm not sick,
i'm full-bellied,
and full-hearted,
and i've got twenty boxes of non-vegan girlscout cookies headed my way!!!
maybe a tremendous norse springtime bonfore sacrificial offering is in the works???
who knows,
the insane nor'easter blowin' across southern new england may even miss us up here.
woodsly goodness, ya'll.
i am so all about it,
right now,
as it happens.
that's the whole point;
never quiet, never soft...