Jack Dawl Illustration may have just put me over the edge.  Yup, I’m gonna need a storage unit.
-At Pensacon


I don’t what’s weirder:  the fact that this sign exists, that this woman’s job is to hold it, or how happy she seems to be about it!  -At Pensacon


Pensacon, you outdid yourself!  I’ll be honest, I was in no mood when I arrived.  But the hospitality you showed me– even threw a Freak Show-themed party– and RAISED $1K FOR BEN WOOLF’S MEMORIAL?!?!  Returning home anew.


Wow!  The AHS panel today was PACKED!  (And it was an hour walk from the show floor.)  Jesus asked me a question (I had a few for him too), and these kids shared with me the “Pepper pot” that got them an A+ in ceramics class! -At Pensacon


Poured one out for my homie last night.  
(I might add the waitress was NOT happy about this.)

The view from my hotel room in Maryland where I woke up this morning, vs. my view here in Florida this afternoon.  Was working on a movie when I got the news Monday… and again on Tuesday.  Wednesday flew across country and gave a speech… only to be snowed in.  It was actually nice– I needed a day in my jimmies, without having to keep it together and “be on” in public.  But now that’s over, and it’s time to meet the masses, apparently.  Yikes!

#TBT to last Sunday before my world got turned upside down.  I got a text at 10am saying I couldn’t wear the dress I’d picked out for the Oscars, because Lady Gaga might need it for an after-party (nevermind that we’re not the same size).  So @Tafreshi_Fashion @Pushandcompany @Wilfordlenov @HoswayMorbakAli and I improvised.  NOW I understand she’s starring in AHS: HOTELL???  (Did I mention I’d been snowed in a hotel– total horror story– the last 2 days?)  I DO BELIEVE THESE WORLDS ARE ALL CONNECTED!!!  I just hope to have the chance to tell her how she flubbed me up on Sunday! 😉  Sadly, this story now seems so silly and insignificant. 🙁


I needed 200 hugs last night, and I got them!  Salisbury University (Maryland) came out in droves yesterday to hear me speak.  Up till then, I hadn’t gone more than an hour and a half without bursting into tears– but somehow, my 2 hour talk went great!

Hold me close, Tiny Dancer…