There's nothing wrong with One wanting Yul Brenner to feed One peas from a delicate spoon.
The fondue was such a suck-cess, I cannot tell you. My mother made a fine batch of booze and cheese glop, to which we all dunked breads and peppers and such. And when Pam spilled some on her ample bosom, we all just took turns licking her clean. like mommy kittens.
I am having a migraine. btchelicious tells me to drop and give her twenty. this will solve my head. but i think she means twenty lashes, not putch ups.
i can't stand having brand labels in my home, so I've gradually been covering plastic bottles with scraps of paper, decoupage style. My soap-pumper in the ba�o has some origami and a lady bathing. My ditch detergent has a William Steig kitty on one side, a strapping mo-hunk on the other. There are baseball bats on my shampoo bottle, and an article about some guy that was killed by the CIA on my body lotion. The cocoa label is masked by sweet orange tissue. some of these scraps are then painted with a layer of protective glitter nail polish...i'm so inspired.
We saw Audition last night, and it was good. nice black rubbery gloves, nice body bag. Nice walk in Philly to go with.
Do you think Amon Tobin would play my coming out party?
2:28 p.m. - 2001-11-16
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