bitchmobile

that's what I want, a bad-ass bitchmobile to drive around in. what color is my bitchmobile? will it be black like my heart or red like my blood? it certainly won't be white, like my sedan. god bless my sedan, it runs well and generally behaves and is a guarantor of total anonymity but I want a shiny black bitchmobile with blood red leather seats and a plexiglas compartment on top, in which my enemy of the moment will be seated, wearing a shriner's cap and a placard reading UNCLEAN and ringing a bell. who is my enemy. am I my enemy? hell no! but it would be fun to wear a shriner's cap...

a beautiful mind

but a heart of darkness. go russ go! you are so five minutes ago anyway. a beautiful mind my left foot.

nobody knows the cold case episode I seen

cold case's schtick gets real old real fast but it's gotta be better than third watch, which has yet to grace my living room with its presence. I may be a whore but I have my limits.

my outlets for creativity are ever expanding, I do practice Deep Breathing and ayurvedic bowel movements. also at the landmark forum I knew that I don't know what I don't know and thus achieved a level of Being and Becoming of which friggen Jame Gumb would be proud. the pestasaurus rests.