Fri 20 Nov 2009
shrooms, dude
Posted by liz under Uncategorized
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The other day I was out in the rain, playing a round of frenzied dogball with Maggie and Molly, when I stumbled upon…mushrooms!

Big old mushroom piles, chilling in my backyard. I have big hands with extremely long fingers, so these clumps are quite large.

Sort of like this latex outfit.
The Boy is watching “The Muppets take Manhattan” while he eats his breakkie this morning. When I told him I had never seen it, he seemed surprised.
“It’s a good one,” he said. “Kermit gets amnesia-”
“Don’t ruin it for me! I want to see it someday!”
“-and falls in with a bad group of frogs.”
PMS time ’round here, which means I alternate between singing songs to my husband about his receding hairline and wanting to mount him. I’m also feeling emotionally delicate, which means I do my yearly call-everyone-on-the-phone routine*.
I called up Work Gay, who cried, “It’s so good to hear your happy voice!”, and my friend Lisa, who said, “You never call me. Are you pregnant?”, and my father, who, upon hearing about my latest project (typing up a book I wrote at age 13, illustrating it and then self-publishing it) grunted, “Oh, a vanity project, eh?” Sigh.
It’s Friday! And now that I’m working again I’m happy about it!
* So Kissy, now is a good time to call me!!! Do eet!



Man hands!!!
for reals.
…if I was a man, I would have a GIANT penis.
Mushrooms!!!
I have looooong fingers too. They used to make me self conscious, now I love my hands.
My fingers never bothered me, I think they’re quite elegant, but my long toes have been a target for cruel taunts for years. FUCK IT. I totally embrace them. Now. What are you gonna do? Lop them off? Women are actually DOING that now–having their toes shortened. Ugh.
ew those are slimy looking :P
ewwwww that is sad. Im not surprised tho, I had a friend that was google searching how to be taller and that she could be stretched out. The girl is 5’1! Aint no amount of stretching that will make her a tall person.
I think I was self conscious back in highschool about my fingers. But everything is ‘wrong’ when you are an adolescent.
Dude I remember my uncle calling me finger toes once! wth?
p.s. I like your toes!!!
Thanks Gwen.