hollywood farm girl

I've partied with the farmers, I've partied with the famous. I think the farmers are more fun. I'm trying to braid my Hollywood reality with my real life reality, with my childhood reality, which was thisclose to a Romanian Orphan's childhood, with some Mommy Dearest thrown in for good measure. * these are my words, my thoughts: tammy lynn etheridge. not melissa's, not joe's, not sally's. and i own the copyrights of the photos on this site.

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Name: Tammy, midwestern girl/Mom
Location: where the emaciated folk dwell, California for now, United States

I am a poet, a wife, a mother, a baker, a philosopher, a lesbian.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

... they slow down as they pass ...

there's nothing to see here, people, move it along...

nothing to see....

nothing to see here, folks...

let's get going, nothing to see here, people....

if you could please move and quit blocking the path, move it along, folks.....





you gotta be kidding me. of all things to blog about, that silly little ditty i wrote about mr wattage makes news. i guess there aren't many things going on in the news.... not much to write about. war, starvation, genocide, government criminals.... nope. not a damn thing to write about, i guess. thank goodness for me and my blog.

as much as it might be slightly titillating to see so many complete strangers running to my blog... i find it pretty disconcerting that so many people are running to THAT particular entry. and the fact that people are BLOGGING about my blog.... well... makes me envision a snake eating it's tale. or tail.

how about this here entry where i am blogging about other people blogging about my blogging?

ha.






move it along, people, nothing to see here....

have a nice day.