Laugh It Up, Fuzzball: Open letter to my readers:

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What is a Fuzzball?

One question I hear more than any other is What's a Fuzzball??" Allow me to explain:

A Fuzzball is a 30-year-old fallen debutante who lives in Houston, TX with a bossy dog and an even bossier parrot who she SWEARS is the reincarnation of Napoleon Bonaparte.

A Fuzzball prefers animals to most people, because people can really suck sometimes.

A Fuzzball loves music, ALL music ALL of the time. If she's not listening to it, then she's singing it.

A Fuzzball has a mad love for all things British, especially their actors.

A Fuzzball is blissfully happy in a bookstore, preferably one with good music playing in the background. If you look under a Fuzzball's bed you'll usually find an entire library of books that she has dropped there after falling asleep reading.

Fuzzballs are usually incurable romantics, ridiculously optimistic, and bent on making the world a happier place.

Your typical Fuzzball will probably have a completely bizarre sense of humor. Just go with it, it will take you to funny places.

You should also be aware that Fuzzballs are giant nerds. Seriously. Science fiction, computers, the whole shebang.

Fuzzballs are also budding photographers. They love looking at the world through a lens and finding new ways to be creative.

Oh...and you can also look for a Fuzzball in one of the best movies ever made. ;)

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Open letter to my readers:

Hello out there all you darling readers! I miss you. I've been quite the crappy blogger, haven't I? I've also been a pretty crappy correspondent in general. My inbox is woefully void of any personal email. It is, however, chock-full of advertisements for things I can't possibly afford at this time. There's nothing like daily taunts from faceless corporations, is there? But I digress.

I hope you don't think that I've stopped caring. I still dig you the most! I've just been running around all crazy-like, and I haven't wanted to burden you with the spastic nature of my current situation. You've also been quiet, which is what prompted this open letter. Let's get back to the madness of yesterday, shall we? My days aren't complete without the email ramblings of you, my dear readers. You put up with so much from me, and I appreciate you for it!

Love,

Lafuzz