don’t cry for me, tumblr followers
I feel a little like Madonna’s Evita… hoping Antonio Banderas is in the throngs and not singing anything too bad about me.
It has come to my attention that a handful of peeps have hopped on my stair-car (yes, haphazardly switching pop-cult allusions… keep up!), as it were. Well, you’re welcome to come along for the ride, but I wanted to give you fair warning:
I’m not sure where we’re headed, if anywhere. The most plausible destination is somewhere warm and squishy, deep within my brain holder.
p.s. sorry I deleted my campy LeWar tshirt. it was just a bit of silliness… and LeWar is over.
