Today, I have had a revelation. I am Witch Hazel. Witch Hazel am I.
Looking in the mirror has always been a strange fee-nom-er-non for me. I never look like what I think I look like. Some days I am surprised that the old bag in the glass is doing okay, and sometimes I think "who the hell is that person"? This is not exactly an identity crisis, which I associate instead with a chronic case of indecision. No, I know exactly who I am and what I believe and if I could just get me and my boss on a plane to Japan, then I could get trashed on Socky and tell him all about it with lots of hand gestures.
No, I have just determined that if my spirit were to have a physical form for illustration, then this is what it would look like. And act like.
No, Mama, this is not to say that I think somehow I've inhereted the genes of a small-footed, facially follically challenged, bloomer wearing hag. In fact, I bet Witch Hazel makes some damn fine tamales!
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I thought I recognized that Collin family nose!!!!!
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