BJorked Out Of My Mind

This is kinda a retro post (as opposed to post rectal....Oh snap! You did NOT go there. )

There was once a time when I was obsessed about M. BUTTERFLY. Thinking in my head that I will get to do this dream role, I started to grow my hair with no guarantees that I'll ever get to to do it. Short story, through a very auspiscious set of circumstances, we (referring to my l'il theater company) were able to put it up and opened to good houses with much critical acclaim.

I also had a patient with cancer who had always commented on my hair so I donated it to Locks Of Love in her honor after the show closed. But I digress.

This long haired inspired such a Cindy Sherman-esque period, one of the shots being the one above.

This pic was a vid shot because I wanted it grainy (and quite frankly I just didnt' have the camera at that time...there!). I sent it out to people via email and one of my friends said that it could be an album cover. Of course, ever the savant, my friend Eric sent me this. Yes that is her majesty... Swan-wearing, gurgle-growling, Icelandic import Bjork.

Which explains why sometimes I have a hankering for poultry-inspired couture.

Ps. who is that person? Especially now that I have no hair, I don't quite recognize myself