I love poetry, a nice glass of scotch and my good friend, Baxter

I don't care how many more times people tell me I look like a corpse in this lipstick, I still like how I look in "iced mauve." Maybe there's a small part of me that's a little bit goth and likes the undead look. But I refuse to go all out with that image and prance around town looking like I think vampires are real. Cause they're not. It's all made up, kids. Dracula is just like Santa Claus in the reality department. Accept it and move on.

Update on the blood type situation: my Mom tells me that she looked at my original hospital paperwork from when I was born, and it says I was AB positive. This just gets curiouser and curiouser. Either I've suddenly lost my rh or one of these labs made a mistake. My first impulse is to blame the lab that did the bloodwork in the 70's because I always tend to blame filthy hippies for all my problems. That's how I roll.