Saturday, June 14, 2003

still sneezy here, even before I spent a half hour up to my elbows in soap, ground herbs and essential oils. it's the patchouli that really gets to me - I don't know how anyone can stand the stuff. even more baffling is that I myself was a big patchouli wearer from 1989-90. gross, man, that's just gross.
but whatever. I'm off to a little show today, upstairs at fair grinds coffeehouse, and then for some high quality hanging out with friends.
nobody will be even a little bit surprised that I am the sissy kind of pirate. arrrr. don't hurt me.

You are The Cabin Boy

You, me lad, are an activist! You will not only change the world, you will make a dyed-in-the-wool Pirate dream of you in a sheep costume. You are the embodiment of the love that dare not hoist its sail! Ahoy thar! You could make a two-patch Pirate turn his head - but then he would lose sleep over it and what good would that do anyone? An innovator, you are WAY ahead of your time - and everyone else's. You are sensitive and artsy-fartsy. You say things like, "artsy-fartsy" but there is always a slight giggle in your voice when you say it - like Paul Lynde on Hollywood Squares delivering a staggering punch line. Speaking of "punching" the only "punching" you would do is punching up that outfit with some accessories - say, a little bandana and some glass beads. You're not the Pirate we want in a fight, but we want you there for the crying game that follows! You go, girl.

What's Yer Inner Pirate?
brought to you by The Official Talk Like A Pirate Web Site. Arrrrr!

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