mommie dearest

I'm going to say what we're all thinking: this blog has become the Christina Crawford to my Joan and it's only a matter of time before I find it making out in the stable with some strange boy and am forced to cut off all its pretty, pretty hair and you love it, don't you? YOU LOVE TO MAKE ME HIT YOU.

What I mean to say is that the past month has been a bit of a mess. A wedding, a funeral, a crisis, a breakthrough. A new writing project. A new job. The premiere of So You Think You Can Dance.

My life, see, is just an outdoor statue for the pigeons of fate to shit upon. And someone's been slipping some senokot into the feed these days.

Regular updates will recommence later this month when I have a minute or two to catch my breath. If you're looking to procrastinate in the meantime - and it's practically summer, so who isn't - I suggest a visit to the official My Little Pony site. Seriously. You can build your own tiara. And choreograph a pony recital. It's so much more awesome than anything else you will do ever.

And there's not a wire hanger in sight.