Let me tell you, I’ll never felt more compelled to switch over until the dark side until today.  The most beautiful bike got driven into my shop to have the clutch replaced, and I almost didn’t trust myself with the keys.  Luckily I asked nicely and the dude let me take it for a spin or two around the block.  Ya know to make sure the clutch didn’t stick and all that good stuff.  Not to see if I could hold a wheelie down Madison St. or anything.

Took a nap, woke up and now America's acting like the Obama administration didn’t enforce the immigration reform in the first place and Jeff Bezos is still rich. Did anyone finally email him? Do we have his address yet? Why is there so much honking outside? What year is this?

It’s one of those nights.  I feel like I could use a drink.  Anyone up for a beer?

There is about to be a MAJOR Sharpay Evans style freak out if this whole body situation doesn’t get fixed immediately. I did not just finally order crystal covered Gucci slides just for them to get trapped at the post office because my ID clearly doesn’t match the order name. Not only am I going to just scream, but I’m going to throw the biggest white girl scream fest anyone has ever seen. Unimpressed, angry, alarmed.

I never found my plants, but that’s okay. Sometimes it’s okay to...start fresh. So, I’ve begun growing again. It’s been good to get my hands dirty...keep my hands busy. I haven’t given any of them names yet, which is new, but I’m almost afraid to get attached. So, um...does anyone have any name ideas? I like to give my plants human names, but I haven’t been spending so much time around humans lately, so...I’m fresh out of ideas.

I didn’t get my ass shot at in five separate countries and earn enough clout to be able to drop the f-bomb on CNN without getting fired to be told that I need to do more fucking human interest pieces. If I wanted to insult my audience’s intelligence, I’d do so in a much more direct way. 

So, my dad’s coming home to visit. And I get to greet him with Rosa’s gorgeous face. This should be fun. 

So glad to be back to normal. It would have been awkward having to visit my son in a woman’s body. In other news, Marley, what did you do in my body? Why am I so sore? Actually, never mind, don’t tell me. How’s everyone else doing? Enjoying normality? I have quiet the footage for my vlog of the week. Anwho.... Anyone wanna go out for drinks to celebrate? I know it’s a Monday. But that’s exactly why we should drink.