Jeff and I were lucky to have a grandma here watching the girls today, so we headed out into our city world via Metro to see the movie Grindhouse. Three hours of b-movies about zombies and cars. My life is rad. Washington was sunny and cold and my scarf was orange and had an octopus pin on my coat and my socks didn't match and I left my hair down all pink and blond and messy. I love the random messy mess of my city and of myself and everything. And Grindhouse made me realize why people like my zombie shirts, cause zombies really are something to worry about.

There was a trailer for a movie directed by Rob Zombie and I thought, good for Mr. Rob Zombie, big movie director. "He can't be a rocker forever," Jeff said. And I thought about how I love Rob Zombie's hair. And I also wondered about how he became Rob Zombie. I wonder how long ago that was? And that made me realize that I AM now Tina Seamonster. And this is kinda weird and sometimes make me feel like a lame-o, but most of the time, I AM Tina Seamonster. Like this is me, this new tina. I dig that. I wondered who Tina Seamonster will become. Will she direct horror movies in 10 years? I doubt it cause I don't dig horror movies, but living a new name opens doors that you would have never thought to open. I have only in the past few months really owned the name again. I dig this. I dig that mammahood hasn't killed my spirit, smashed me into bits and re-formed me into this mommy person who wears mom jeans and has stupid hair. I dig this. Cause I don't wanna be that person and I won't be.

I am thinking of Rob Zombie's hair and my own and new colors are coming to mind. New colors and new ideas fitting of the seamonster that I am.

Are you who you want to be? Think about it a little. For real.