Exactly.


Alright then let’s have some lightning soon. Can I ask for that favor?



Albert face.


Who knows how love goes..


My fame is perplexing to me. Obviously I have reason to believe I am. Yes and it is not the joy I would expect.


America is my love, but I prefer ice cream and pizza. Food is my passion. not.


I am not an optimist, but I am an optimistic spirit.


I blog because: I have been doing this since blogger came out over a decade ago. I find it gets more interesting the more I do it.


Bad use of art or any kind of communication.


With the days of the Venus Transit of my Heart I warm..


To excite astrophysics is easy..


If you complain about the rain I will hit you with a water balloon.


Profile of myself: I still remain a mystery in spite of every attempt to pigeon hole me and stereotype me.



Not googley.


Once upon a time!


People are strange when you're a person, everyone is weird, when you are normal, normally.


Mmmm..


I have myself.



Maybe she knows the solution!


Dice are rolled and somethings fit and somethings don't. Does that mean more dice were rolled?


Could it be?


Lovely in the nude! Maybe not a virgin!


About me: I have a degree in English with the enough credits to have a minor degrees in creative writing and film.


Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!