Miss Begotten is one of my pet names for myself, for Southern Gothic reasons best kept to myself. Miss Begotten tries to speak plainly, but sometimes she tends to babble -- parenthetically, of course. It's never my intention to offend (and usually that's true - except on those [maybe not so] rare occasions when I mean it very friggin' much) but it sometimes happens, so if you're unusually easily offended...
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Why am I not seeing this in my living room on Sunday evenings? Why am I squinting into my closet on Monday morning searching for something that doesn't look too wrinkled? Where is the justice?