Clusterfuckt

I think my head is a little clusterfuckt* at the moment.

And no, not because of the Kahula. (And yes, I realize the word is actually Kahlua. I simply prefer MY spelling.)

: )

Maybe it is because spring is here. Maybe it is because I know what I need to be doing, and I am not (yet) doing it. Maybe because ... well, just because.

* — Tee-Hee and I do strange things to the English language when we chat and e-mail.

I cannot reveal what all of those things are because most of them are inadvertent, happy accidents (i.e. typos), but one thing is our tendency to shorten words that end in -ed by replacing the -ed with a t. So “clusterfucked,” of course, becomes “clusterfuckt.”

Much like people do in real life. Accidentally or otherwise.

: )

Gwen Stefani always looks as if she is having fun whenever she performs. And what a bod!

(In my next life, if I am not a Major League Baseball player, as I hope and dream I will be, then perhaps I will be a real girly-girl capable of dancing and performing onstage whilst wearing 6-inch spike heels.)