This is going to be totally random, so forgive me. Here's the shi$ttiest thing about being sick and poor; being five hours away from the Star Trek convention, and you're too poor and sick to go. I know, weird, right? I'm makeup artist who's super girly, and blogs about her many diseases. Little did you know my dark secret. Biggest. Trekkie. Ever. Period. Looking at the pictures on Facebook are killing me! They've already posted a lot of the "people I MUST sleep with before I die," pictures. Yes, most of the people I gotta tap before I die are Star Trek characters. I don't have a life, don't judge.... ;)
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| Me, today. Watchin' freakin' Star Trek. |
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| Me, as I should have been this weekend. A blue freakin' Andorian. Minus the feelers. And clothes. |
So until next time, Alexander Siddig. We'll make our freak Arabic, (from you, naturally) Jewish (from me, obviously, have you seen my shnoz?) baby at a later date.
Until diseases and bank account say otherwise, and hoping M.S. doesn't kill me before I'm thirty five like it's supposed to, I do believe it's time for another round of Voyager. Mmmm, Mexican-Native American/Jewish baby? "Oh, Chakotay!"
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