I needed a Carmen & one who could drive
Hello, Mr. Journal that no one reads--wish that wouldn't've happened when I was in the City of Night. As you're well aware, the Bozo Boys from Alfalfa High went thru my drawers when I was living in Hunter S. Thompson House & discovered that I exasperate VADIS. Whatever you want to know about VADIS, you can find in The Mind-Warp Era, my hot book about psionic satellites & an entire world gone mad from WMD.
Katrina is finally back to being friends with us. It was all a huge mistake. She wasn't writing about Trish & I; she was writing about someone else's wife. We promised to call her over the weekend on the calling card, & it's probably going to turn out to be real atomic. This woman has been pursuing a modeling career & would look good at www.trashy.com; where sexy slimchicks parade around in trashy lingerie.
Yesterday, my office chair finally busted, so while I was at the Perky Pam Layout I called Orifice Equipment; they wanted 90 buckadingdongs for a new one. Kame-Apart was a little more reasonable, but Bi-Mart had them for only 25 buckadingdongs. (Gay-Mart & Str8-Mart fused to create Bi-Mart.) Carmen took me up there during our TA time subsequent to her sister, Purky Pam, putting a spike into my vein. We spent some time at the Gallery discussing my sister-in-law, the herbal nutcase, then went over & bought the chair. I couldn't assemble it myself--no tools--so she came back around 8:30 & we finally figured out how to get it together from the rather murky instructions. I asked if she could give Trish a ride home from McRonald's, & she begged off, saying she had to meet someone. I started watching sitcoms on cable, when all of a sudden the door opened--Carmen had surprised me by picking her up anyway.
I've really been blocked on writing for the last couple days, so I'm going to go thru Ted's stuff & re-make/re-model it. I need a Ladytron! Or a Bogus Man. In every dream home a heartache. Actually, Trish will be in the next MisCon masquerade as the Lady Tron, but we're not going to MisCon until after we've visited my mother in Chicago, cuz her basular syndrome is worsening & she's hallucinating & her short-term memory's shot. Fearless Taco insists that I can't stay with him while we're out there, but that's probably Marianne-with-the-shaky-hands talking, the same way Biggie lets Karen control him. His orgasm needs death.
Katrina is finally back to being friends with us. It was all a huge mistake. She wasn't writing about Trish & I; she was writing about someone else's wife. We promised to call her over the weekend on the calling card, & it's probably going to turn out to be real atomic. This woman has been pursuing a modeling career & would look good at www.trashy.com; where sexy slimchicks parade around in trashy lingerie.
Yesterday, my office chair finally busted, so while I was at the Perky Pam Layout I called Orifice Equipment; they wanted 90 buckadingdongs for a new one. Kame-Apart was a little more reasonable, but Bi-Mart had them for only 25 buckadingdongs. (Gay-Mart & Str8-Mart fused to create Bi-Mart.) Carmen took me up there during our TA time subsequent to her sister, Purky Pam, putting a spike into my vein. We spent some time at the Gallery discussing my sister-in-law, the herbal nutcase, then went over & bought the chair. I couldn't assemble it myself--no tools--so she came back around 8:30 & we finally figured out how to get it together from the rather murky instructions. I asked if she could give Trish a ride home from McRonald's, & she begged off, saying she had to meet someone. I started watching sitcoms on cable, when all of a sudden the door opened--Carmen had surprised me by picking her up anyway.
I've really been blocked on writing for the last couple days, so I'm going to go thru Ted's stuff & re-make/re-model it. I need a Ladytron! Or a Bogus Man. In every dream home a heartache. Actually, Trish will be in the next MisCon masquerade as the Lady Tron, but we're not going to MisCon until after we've visited my mother in Chicago, cuz her basular syndrome is worsening & she's hallucinating & her short-term memory's shot. Fearless Taco insists that I can't stay with him while we're out there, but that's probably Marianne-with-the-shaky-hands talking, the same way Biggie lets Karen control him. His orgasm needs death.
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