Sunday, March 27, 2005


Turn up "Moon River" to open up my ductal floodgates; I'm a whimperin' Holly Golightly in a egg white/lemon/honey facial mask.


J.Lass rung me up, drunk as Jesus. Why am I always on the receiving end of these things?

Oh right, I (rarely) drink. (I'm a water hooch, through and through.)

The "rarely" accounts for the three forgettable sessions of ... unwholesomeness ... that occurred on three separate occasions of ... intoxication.

"Take off your clothes."

"Okily dokily."

That tape is destined to come back to haunt me. Goodbye career. Hello lucrative merchandising tie-in.

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