the partial baby blues

Some days I really appreciate the general absurdity of my life.. be it filling my apartment to the brim insane blood-splattered worm-like creatures, or hailing a dirty super stretch limo driven by a former crack addict at 2am or, as was the case today, gleefully dismembering a baby doll for a pregnant friend’s halloween costume because some sort of hormonal changes left her (for some reason) mentally and physically unable to butcher a realistic baby…

The best news is that I have a new friend and/or bottle topper.