Hakova Sheli

For all of you Hebrew school dropouts and shiksas, the title is translated "My Hat." If you ask nicely I'll sing you the song. If you bring me something sparkly I'll even do the hand movements that go with the song.

Here is my first hat. I've made about a bazillion knit and crocheted hats but this is my first constructed hat. It is a lovely hat. I want to spend all of my time making hats and writing funny things to make you people laugh. I'm trying to do more of this, and less running around making sure that everyone else is happy - hence all of the therapy. Three times a fucking week! I need a lot of therapy.

For those of you who knew me when, I was certain that I didn't need therapy. Therapy is great for other people but not for me. HA! Ha ha ha ha! I put off therapy, which is every neurotic lesbian Angelina with a gay husband and crazy parents' right and so now I am making up for it.

Serves me right for being all saner-than-thou. Just in case you all haven't figured it out, I'm a fucked up mess. So there.

As this is my third post in my blog, I thought I would let y'all in on the point of this. I write a lot in my journal. Constantly. Michael (the gay husband) wonders, "What is it that she writes in this journal?" Mostly it's just crap about my day, how sucky my struggle with eating disorders is and what I want to do with the rest of my life. Sometimes though, I make myself laugh. I think, "this is being wasted just on me, but y'all don't need to know what I've thrown up today" so I've decided to edit the barfing stuff (aren't you thrilled!) and put in the stuff that makes me laugh. Hopefully it will make you laugh too.

If it does, send me a comment or an e-mail. I might just make you a hat!