Ironically, even if I’m blogging it, today I have sworn to take off from any sort of work. Blogging isn’t work, right?

A few notes from my week:

I had my eyebrows waxed a few weeks ago and, honestly, I wasn’t happy with the results. She asked me if they were ok, and I thought, “what are you going to do if I say, ‘no?’” Since then, I’ve had the recurring thought about what women do when they’re not happy with their bikini wax job. Please, put my pubes back.

I went to a drum circle on Wednesday that slapped me in the face with some healing issues I still need to confront. I’m warning you all now, I plan to blog about abuse. Hopefully, you’ll understand.

Speaking of abuse, I’m now volunteering for our local Abused Women’s Shelter and will start training next month. I am stoked.

Lady Gaga is in cohoots with Satan. Its true.

There are days when moving back to Arkansas seems to be a good idea. Sapphire is a fantastic marketer and I should hire her someday.

Guitars are awesome.

School starts in about three weeks. There is a light at the end of that particular tunnel… then, I realize that “homework time” will begin, again, and I just want to cry.

My feelings on porn have been pretty wishy-washy. A potential client has really given me reason to examine a lot of the issues surrounding porn. I like to note the synchronicity when it happens.

I’m bummed there’s no Equality March this year.

I need to come up with some information for a Tarot class I’m teaching in fall. I also need to advertise my own biz. Both of those are work, though, and cannot happen today. Even my horrorscope said to take the day off.

Online stalkers make me giggle.

Annnnnd, that’s it for now. What the fuck am I still doing here?