Yesterday, Buffalo Void turned three.
There have been fond rememberances.
There has been pillow talk.
There have been drawings.
There have been eyelashes.
There has been shameless plugging of products I named.
There has been shameless plugging of videos I made.
There have been stories.
There have been stories about my fictional vagina.
There have been nicknames.
There has been frozen yogurt.
And, again after another year logged, there has been a lot of practice.
And, yes, Virginia, despite my current writing and drawing and photographing and sassing and gassing and joking and poking and styling and profiling lethargy, there should be another year in store.