Yes people, this will eventually give birth to my Dumpster Diva show.

But for now it’s a modgepodge of ideas that have been flying around with other junk in the back of my head. I’ve decided that the only way to conquer such a catastrophe is in small steps. Every week, or sometimes more often, I commit to reaching in to the dark scary hole of my head and plucking out whatever I can get my hands on without huring myself or allowing all the spinning content to get loose and take over the planet. I’ve been preparing myself for this task by watch reels and reels of cotton candy making demonstrations. I must gently stick the paper cone in the fluff and twirl it just right so as not to overfill and then lose it in the dirt.

As I am a recycle queen I’m not going to buy those paper cones. I’m going to reshape the toilet paper rolls or gift wrap tubes to make my own whimsy catching cones.

I just hope i don’t get any tiny flecks of leftover tissue in my eyes while preforming the delicate extraction procedure cuz that would distract me enough to make me forget my brain door was open and who knows what could happen then. I can forsee the news going on and on about millions of hysterical butterflies and bats flying into things because they don’t know where they are supposed to be and are, of course, still dizzy from all those years of flying cyclone style inside my head. Poor things will be misunderstood and swatted at while some jack ass at the Institute for Hiding Movie Monsters that Really Do Exist (IHMMRDE) begins the process of awakening Godzilla and King Kong so they can jump up and down and pout that they can’t reach the “flaaaayyyying stuuuufffffff” while simultaneously ruining all the cars parked in the vicinity.