Being alive, it's the new Black.

Alright, no more playing dead. Playing dead made my bum goes numb. Hey, I've heard this rap before.

My bum is going numb.
My bum is going numb.
When ever I rolled over
And lay dead still
My fingers get itchy
And my bum goes numb.

Yes, heard this song before. Don't remember when, tho. =/

Okay, so, lively now. No longer dead. Nay. Not. Never. No more. It's Friday. And it's after five. No one in the right mind would be playing dead at this hour. Dead is out. Mutants and freaks are in.

At the office, I told my two kids, I hate throwing fits. It's so tiring.
Together they said, "No you don't. Hissy fit is your favorite thing."
"Well, alright. But it's still tiring."

My boss said I'm such a drama queen. I told her I merely just trying to live up to my reputations.



So, "they" said it was supposed to rain today. No rain. Why? WHY??

Mother, won't you cry for me?

Last I heard, it's going to snow at 500 feet elevation. Hello?? This is California! You know, land of sunshine and all that?

Saying 'it's going to snow' in LA is like saying 'it's freezing in hell.'
No.
Seriously.

So the rain and hail and – god forbid – snow will be here tomorrow. Should I find the most crappy-arse shirt with crappy-arse pants and go play in the slush and rain OR should I exercise my creative hands and cut up some trash bags and turn them into project runway?