I'm wallowing in post-apocolyptic bliss. I'm still shaky from my nearly-tragic "runs"-in. Heh. But I'm all giddy and dopamined-up, so I'm feeling good. Corey and I are going to go out for karaoke tonight, and I'm going to sing my little heart out. There's a contest, but it's not based on talent - it's based on audience reaction. So basically, whoever has the most buddies there wins. Or whoever is the cutest little 11-year-old. You know. So I'm not going out in hopes of winning a popularity contest, just for the fun of singing. And if I happen to take one of the prizes, well then, that'll be just nifty!

I made up my face and hair, and Mercedes came in and said, "Wow, Mom, you look all...blacky!"

LOL

I had no idea what she meant, so she explained -

"Well, your hair looks black [that's thanks to the hair gel], and your eyes are all black with makeup, and your lips are dark. You look good...and kinda scary! Cool!"

Yeah, dat's me. LOL!

the last trail...the next path