|DIARY OF AN URBAN MILKMAID|
|Shhhhhhh! They're sleeping. My daughter, in her bed, and my niece is snoring on the sofa. Shhhhhhh...
I don't want to go to the Fangoria convention today. I don't want to have to pile in my tiny little car, and drive all the way from my nice, cool, (nearly)seaside community - all the way into the oppressively hot city, and mill around all day with thousands of obsessed horror fans when there's NO SPIKE TODAY!!! I know, I know, it's my fault I got tickets for the wrong day - but, is this part of the punishment????
Last night, before I crept off to bed, my child said she wasn't sure she still wanted to go to this thing. My niece and her dad are attending tomorrow, when James Marsters will be there, so she said she doesn't care if we go. If I can figure out something really attractive to do - maybe they'll go for it, I can use the tickets for another convention in the future.... Think Dammit!!!
SLAY ON BUFFY!!
|Buh Bye! |
October 05, 2008
Be Afraid, People.... Really Afraid
One Last Bitchfest for the Road
Get the Popcorn Ready
I'm a Rich Ho-Bag
|Marriage is love.|