I'm splattered all over the internet today! Find proof that I was an eversodelicate child over at Kindertrauma as I am granted permission to enter the Traumafessional.
Really, it's much cheaper than therapy--also, far more fabulous. Thanks, Unkle Lancifer and Aunt John, for the tea and sympathy. Or the petrol and baklava, as the case may be.
FYI--I got over being sensitive, so don't try any funny business, OK folks?
6 comments:
Kate,
The castle now seems dull and devoid of life without you. We are in the process of flipping the third floor game room into a guest room so that you may be tempted to stay longer the next time you stop by. (the Q-bert arcade game stays put though, it's really heavy) And don't worry about that venus fly trap patch you drove over it was already severely trampled upon when the Vicar of VHS did an impromptu performance of "The madman theme" on it this past fourth of July.
A nice read Kate... scared and yet dressed as Alice Cooper! There's gotta be photos.
Kindertrauma--tempting indeed...! If you wouldn't mind sharing some of that hay you sleep on with the peasants who carry the palanquin, we've got ourselves a deal.
Karswell--TRUE FACT: there are no photos of me prior to Age Fabulous. ;)
That was really cool. No matter what you post it always interests me.
Aw...cute.
I think my biggest horror related kindertrauma would have to be that whole "my writer father looking like Jack from the shining and then parents watching the shining not realizing that the kids were watching it too and then when the writer goes after his family, kids all freak the fuck out and parents have to scramble to figure out WTF?"
Yeah, lots of trauma there.
Hey Kate. You've been tagged. Check out my latest blog post to find out how. Thanks. Hope you do it.
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