This week's been a pisser. We're done. Time to light some tiki torches, pour us some margaritas because we need a sweet release. Okay, the smoke is getting to me and I'm afraid of tequila so let's choose Space Cowboys as our venue for Keeping Our Merde Together. Some Cool-Whip and bluberries help. In fact, my rock stars of the day are Cool-Whip, bluberries and frozen yogurt, with two tablespoons of wheat germ. Healthy heaven.
Did see a celeb today at 1:25, at Spring and 6th but can't figure out who he is. I could tell the world that he was talking to himself--therefore crazy.
TG just said, "I just want someone to nail me on a crucifix." I'm living with The Lord Jesus himself. He eats sneakily like a teenaged girl on a binge. So cute.