My essay is done, pending a few edits. DONE. 58 pages plus bibliography and portfolio. My brain is a stew of caramel delight with a touch of Tom Robbins wit and humor thrown in for good measure. Sadly, he has little to do with my paper except for providing me with the inspiration to move forward.

When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on – series polygamy – until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter. ~Tom Robbins, Still Life with Woodpecker (cited incorrectly, but the book that continues to change my life, even 15 years after I first read it.)

That is why the Internet matters to women, by the way. I’ll get into that another day, though.

This is the room where Jezebel frescoed her eyelids with history’s tragic glitter, where Delilah practiced for her beautician’s license, the room in which Salome dropped the seventh veil while dancing the dance of ultimate cognition, skinny legs and all. ~Tom Robbins, Skinny Legs and All.

He’s just a fucking genius.

So, also, I’ve been listening to The Pulse at night and I’ve found that I’m slowly falling in love with a band called 16Frames. Coincidentally, today, they added me to their Twitter, which, much like the Bacon Brothers, makes them super extra cool… not to mention their music.

httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FwhdlpK9zVE

And, finally, on Friday I am driving with Little Mary Sunshine and Dozer Doodle to an undisclosed location to participate in the Renaissance-theme wedding of our good friend. The girls are going to be fairy princess flower girls and I have somehow put together a costume for myself that I’m titling “Gypsy” because then I don’t have to be historically accurate, and Iggy won’t laugh at me.

Did I mention I’m done with the essay that can potentially knock a year off of my quest for a BA in Women’s Studies? I have one more small paper to finish, a semester essay and closing project and then I am done until August, when I’ll hopefully be starting my final semester.

Done! Done! Done!

Oh, and my Twitter porn name is Polyester DePaul. *muahahahahahahahaha*