Hey y'all. Ha look for .2 seconds of my life I'm southern. (Revel in the moment Laurita.) Gonna go see danny in boston for thanksgiving....very excited for that. This weekend was cRaZy. We're talking blah crazy not " *crazy!*" haha. Just a lotta diff babysitting, and project and work and blah. So yeah, then the power went out in half my house, and i was home alone for the night, and didn't wanna trek down to the dark basement by myself......thats right ladies and gentleman....i was scurred. Hey i admit the facts, I'm white, i'm heterosexual and yes, i am a little bit (well a little more than a little bit) afraid of being in my almost dark house and going down in the damp scary basement alone. I'm gonna thank my Dad for instilling this fear of the basement in me. You see, he used to tell us girls that a little, old , deformed man, who ran away from the circus, lived in our basement. It sounds dumb, but he would put  one of mom's panyhose over his head and would wait down in the basement for us as we climbed into the bed in the basement for a sleepover with a girlfriend....then he would rattle the hangers from the backroom where "Jimmy" lived...See we would think Dad was upstairs in bed, and let me tell you, the first time this happened...it scared the crap out of me. Thanks for those silly little memories Dad..Remember Clue, and the coldcash you gave us. That was so much fun, you were so creative. You know...I haven't forgotten you Dad. Some memories are starting to get fuzzy, and that makes me so mad, but the true ones will stick with me forever. You're still living in my music Dad, in my jokes, my dumb sense of humor....and I find that I miss you more than I think I do.....I love you