Ode to an Al

Let's talk about a gal named Allyson Clare.  Once every 2 weeks I get a text from her with encouraging statements such as "your blog is lame," "you need to post on your blog," "how come your blog is so boring these days?"  Well it's your lucky day Al, here is a post just for you. And if you recall, you are on the side panel of this blog which gives you the go ahead to post your brains out.  So why don't you post every once in a while.

Welcome to a photo montage of what you don't know about ACZ:

She loves low class hotels. I think it's because she can trash the place and not feel bad.  You should have seen the flips she was doing on this bed. I think there are still holes in the bedspread from her high heels.

She loves origami. Or in this case toweligami.  She's always folding papers into shapes or animals.

She's very regular.

She's a sucker for fake glasses, especially those without lenses. 

Her motto has always been "safety first." You won't see this girl driving around without her seat belt. 

She has an affinity for abstract art. If only Picasso were around today, she would be having his babies by now.

She loves birds.

She has narcolepsy.

If I could describe her in one word it would be 'sweet.'  She's always a complete lady, never using foul language or innuendos.

She's kind of a bore at parties. 

Let your mind run with this one.

Let's get real. If she were a dude I'd marry her.