one reason i was sorta freaked out that the busblog wasnt working this weekend was cuz i knew it was karisas birthday today and i wanted to trot out a bunch of pictures that she didnt like AND HOW CAN YOU DO THAT WITHOUT A BLAAAAWWWWGGG?
karisa was born to elves nearly a quarter century ago who lived in trees and made shortbread cookies. morning after morning she would whip up chocolate so she could pour it over the dough. one reason karisa doesnt like chocolate any more is cuz it reminds her of those early childhood mornings in the trees.
after a while it became obvious that she was not an elf but a little girl so her elfin parents sold her to an elf circus for they thought she was either a freak or a giant. because karisa wouldnt speak to the ringmaster, he tattooed her with five stars on her arm, one for each letter in her name. when he was done she took the tattoo needle, stuck it in his eye, and ran away.
she got herself a magical belt that said Evil on it and any time anyone gave her a hard time she’d take off the belt and literally whip her oppressor into shape. it also held up her pants.
at some point the xbi learned of karisas skills and “recruited” her into the dark circle of vigilante superheroes and she said no until they offered her a flying black mustang from the future and an opportunity to be regularly featured in the busblog and she said, fine.
please join me in celebrating the birthday of one of the most influential people in my life, someone who encouraged me to follow my dreams and do the right things. happy birthday karisa j!