Trust me. LOLLOL. So here we are again. Me a shitwreck, all 8 of you almost blind from the terror I must evoke in you each and every time you see me with no makeup in a jacked up nightgown.

But I have news, fine people. I got a new nightgown.

You know you wanna see it.

Go on. Click play–don’t be afraid.

Muwahahahahahahaha!

With love from contemporary Hell,

Dakota

Okay, so I know you’ve waited all week long for this with the kind of anticipation you’d wait for the next episode of say Heroes or True Blood.

LOLLOLLOLLOL.

In all my glory, here’s the next installment of the exciting adventures of “When An Author Gets A Crazy Idea And Deems Herself Even A Little Interesting Vlog.” Sorry it took so long, but my kid had to upload it for me and he claims You Tube was down for maintenance. I call he was just squicked out that his mother would have a lame vid on You Tube. Tee hee.

Tonight we touch base on the toughest spot in creating a book for me–you won’t be able to take your eyes off this shitwreck. No lie. Okay, so it’s a total lie. But my parents make an appearance in an indirect, totally intrusive way. Oh, and I give Mark Henry a little hell

Cue music–

DC