ABBA JOURNAL ENTRY Q-72: I felt like the dancing queen in Abba's horrible song about a 17-year-old woman who dances a lot. Mom summarized the situation with: "Pretty ******-up ****....like a **** in a jar of pickles." Well, that was then, many years ago. Now it's time to get serious about alligator wrestling and getting the most expensive cobra tattoo across my fat *** ever.