Also, I will never show you my face or tell you my name, but I will give you this picture I took at my old apartment late last year, right after Carrie Fisher died. I wore my hair in buns, in her honor. I miss her - she, along with Blondie, was my childhood hero, and one of the reasons I am a strong, expletive uttering, no-nonsense bitch now in my old age. Carrie, you were a hot mess in the very best of ways - you never tried to be anything or anyone else. I loved you for that.