Rest in pee
I finally wrapped up my week of cleaning yesterday. Sugar, unaccustomed to the spritzing of Windex and the sound of the vacuum, retreated to J. Co’s room for the most part, and didn’t come out even after I was through until I coaxed her. I am excited for Melissika and Tiff Tiff to come up for Pride this weekend, for they will surely make the unbearable fleshfeast that it inevitably turns out to be more fun, and make great drinking buddies. And oh, how I love to be drunk out in public during the daytime.
Why do people think it’s better if it comes from another country? Food, furniture, skincare products? How Americans can be so xenophobic when it comes to letting other people come into our country, and yet dive in to any crap that they make because it’s imbued with this undue exoticism mystifies the hell outta me.
I desperately want to go to LA.
