I feel like I exist right now just to get myself to the end of the week when and where I might be able to relax and have some fun.
Jack & The Beanstalk. The World. The Emporer's New Clothes. The Midas Touch. Peter Pan. Rapunzel. Just a few of the Tarot cards that came up in my last reading with Marcie. (She's really good).
I'm planning on seeing PRT's Summer Shorts tomorrow night, if anyone is game.
Steve Miller, I'm trying out this new font and letter size for you so you don't have to rearrange and scramble my blog - but I have to say that this size and font makes me feel fat and useless and thick, so, I'll be back on my finger-down-my-throat-skinny font pretty soon.
Yesterday at Swank was sooooo boring, please, if you don't have anything going on tonight - drop in (watch, I'll say that - and tonight, I'll be too busy to talk).
And now, the question of the day:
How sexy is your soul?
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Honey, sexy is a distant memory...
Yeah, my soul?
About as sexy as Jack Kevorkian naked eating pickled pork rinds.
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