“I cannot count the number of times I’ve tried to sit next to a lesbian in a bar and she’s screamed,
“Okay, you win.”
I think they’re territorial about seats because that’s where the pussy goes;
the bar stool is a lesbian pussy platter.”

In other news, over the last few days I have used 3 big bottles of rubbing alcohol, scrubbing everything and anything that came in my path. Germs. Insanity. Dead human cells. Oil. Clean.

I have a midnight show. Is it full moon? the cats are acting psychotic.

Have listened to 100 podcasts since monday.

I’m doing a photoshoot for vimadonna magazine tomorrow.

Who has “e talking” by soulwax? I like it. Hook a brothah up.