Go on witch yo fuck me pumps
The heat makes people a mite more bitchier than usual. I can certainly say it hasn’t cheered my disposition. But it will at least prepare me for the DC/NYC weather. In a week at this same time, I’ll be on a plan eastward bound, nigga.
The heat still didn’t stop me yesterday from going on a full on shopping spree in the Castro. I had a haircut appointment at 6:30, and got off work early to pick up my contacts at the optometrist, giving me a full two free hours to fritter away my vacay money on clothes, cosmetics, and CDs. Lord above.
My great-grandmother was the one who taught me what the word "impotent" meant. My sister and I were spending the night over at her house and watching "Biloxi Blues", and there’s this scene where Matthew Broderick, who plays a serviceman, picks up Dixie Carter, who plays a hooker, and he can’t get it up. When he later confided in a pal that he was impotent, and I asked my great-grandmother what that meant, she very simply responded, "Oh, it’s when a man can’t perform sex."
Awesome, huh?
Quite unlike when I was at our babysitter’s once watching this episode of "Little House on the Prairie" where this chick gets raped, and I asked what that meant, and they all went dead silent. Through the whole thing, I thought she’d been raked, and all I could think was, What the fuck would someone run a rake over someone else for?
