None of your business
|Main blog:||entropic doom|
|Birthday:||June 28th 1978|
|Occupation:||Technical / Computers|
|Race/lineage:||White / Caucasian|
|Height:||5' 3" (160 cm)|
|Hair Style:||Straight - Long|
|Clothing Pref.:||Thrift Store|
|Undies:||Briefs - Short Leg Boxer|
|Tattoo Info:||Chinese gibberish on back of neck, infinity sign on tailbone, gorgeous blue morning glories on hip, daughter's name in Hebrew on wrist.|
|Piercing Info:||Nipple peircings hurt, but oddly enough, not as much as nostrils. . . .|
|More Details:||mmmm, stretch marks are sexy. |
|Family Info:||I have a very furry husband and the CUTEST BABY EVER.|
|Astrological Sign:||Cancer (June 22 - July 22)|
|Smoking:||No. But not bothered by it|
|Your Home:||Live with husband and kids|
|Biography/About:||I was born in 25 AD to an Aztec prostitute following her brutal rape by an eloquent water buffalo. After years of intense training and body modification surgery, I ascended to the directorial board of the New England Journal of Medicine on the merit of my doctoral thesis, "Why Blue is Better than Reduced-Calorie Margarine." Married at 12 to a snake oil salesman, I fathered fourteen children, all of them named Earl. After a long and distinguished career in film and peanut butter manufacturing, I died at the age of 35, unloved, penniless, but with a GREAT ass.|
|Likes:||Hot married monkey love, bourbon, calling Snoop a Ne-gro, owning guns, shooting guns, cleaning guns, cocking my shotgun because that particular *snick* makes me horny, central air, books, gardens, drinking in bars, the Hoyts, good food, lots of sleep, and people who think I'm brilliant even when I'm not drunk.|
|Dislikes:||My ex-husband, whiners, moochers, the self-pitying, the self-important, most Democrats, most Republicans, prostheletyzing Christians, wet socks when you can't change them for hours, tweekers, people who are mean without being funny, network television, inattentive drivers, and lots more stuff that there simply isn't room for.|
|Interests:||Writing, ancient history, modern literature, moron-baiting, sewing, subversive crafting, DIY, Judaism, general strangeness|
Long time, no blog|
So, as most of you already know, Wendy was born perfect and healthy in late March. I've been learning to cope with a two-child household quite well, all things considered. Yes, Jason, the occasional dose of alcohol has been involved. You can suck my left nut--the one I wish I had in a jar, but was irrevocably crushed when I stomped that asshat in the groin with my pointy slut boots in retaliation for his kicking me in the stomach when I told him I was "late". I consider it mine, since I was responsible for its demise. Kind of like taking war trophies. (Speaking of which, have any of you...
Damn, we're fertile.
There will be a new Nuckolls in the world sometime in April.
I'm too excited for exclamation points, even.
So, folks, I'm pretty damn sure I'm pregnant. About a week along, if so.
Also, our front lawn has EXPLODED in golden chanterelle mushrooms. Great for our bellies, bad for our relationship with our landlord. Well, for tit's sake, would YOU run a mower over a crop-yield worth about thirty dollars a day?
Somewhere in Lawrence this morning . . .
. . . a female midget is waking up with a kiler hangover and perhaps a vagure memory of a strange blue-haired lady carrying her into her apartment.
You see the strangest damn things from the balconies of that town. Sometimes those strange things fall down and start crying and you end up having to help them get home.