Ha! Coup! Beau Coup! Companion let me dye his hair blue-black yesterday. I accidentally dipped my finger in the straight dye and then put the glove on, so when I flip people off they will think I am angry because I suffer from frostbite. Well, nails can’t GET frostbite, so you can take your Phoenix University degree and stick in in your SCRIMSHAW. I trimmed the back and he is growing the top so he can have flippy broody hair. There May Be Mohawk, or at Least Faux.

Speaking of EMO. I am stuck at my house because my kid woke up an hour late. I am watching her make the noms on the toast. I am missing my action meeting. I am out of the auction doghouse that I was in last week, because I made an auction webpage, complete with a meter of how many items we have currently. I would tell you about my auction doghouse (my auction dog house, let me sho u it) because it was a rather emo episode of “bitches shifting power around” and if I tell you about it I will have to self-injure and listen to MCR, and I REALLY don’t want to listen to MCR.

Other than that this weekend was kind of a blur. Did not clean, did not do much of anything. A little emailing, a little auction work. Much less cooking and baking than usual. Calmed down about the moon. It doesn’t matter what happens, because they have drugs for it now.