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in honour of my one thousand one hundred and fiftieth post on this blog, i'm doing an expose.  i don't know if you people can handle this.  you may want to cover your eyes and then just peep through your fingers.  you've been warned.  sign a mental waiver.  say good bye to your loved ones--you may never recover.

just kidding.  it's not thaaat bad.  i just like to jork around.  that's what my old 'friend' would say before demanding my kidneys to sell on the black market--which should have been a jork but wasn't.  ancient history. still.  makes me chuckle and rue at the same time.

i may rue this expose ten years down the line but that doesn't mean i'm not going forward with it.  i'm crazy-cat like that.  first i set the scene with the view from my kitchen window.  please note the rice krispies.  i don't eat rice krispies.  they're left over from rice krispie treats i made for the primary in october.  i took this the other day when a sudden momentary burst of sun through the heavy dreary cloud cover brightened up my house and my back yard.

 so my expose--it's regarding my top knot.  last night midst loads and loads of laundry and movie watching i took out my low bun and made a top knot.  this morning i told bethany about it on the phone.  i was asking her to change my skin (don't you love it?).  she said i should take a picture.  i decided to listen.  to wax philosophical a moment--i have these warring desires inside of me.  one is to appear flawless and beautiful, talented etc with no chinks in my armor.  the other, is to be known and accepted as i am.  to be perfect in my imperfection.  know what i mean?  usually some combo of the two wins out.   so enjoy the crazy top knot pics below.  i embraced my photography flaws even and i brazenly expose my morning unattractiveness not to mention my wacky ways and looks.  maybe i should write ten pages of essays instead of getting to the expose.  i stall.  in the spirit of stalling and of exposes, i a have to admit that i did take off two small zits, lessened a few wrinkles and lightened some dark circles.  like i said.  it's a war between the two sides.  what? you're tired of my blab blab blabbing?  me too.

top knot:

i don't know if the world is ready for this kind of 'art'.