I don't think they iced it enough the second day. But they were back on the regular icing program yesterday. Also? It still doesn't hurt him. I don't know why, though it doesn't seem right. Emmett is apparently completely fascinated with the whole thing and has to go check himself in the mirror at least twice an hour.

Sadly, tax guy came up with better numbers, but I still owe $1500 to the IRS and $700 to DC. OUCH.

modern-day burlesque. It was so fun to watch! I'd love to do something like that; I mean learn how to do it.

Every third Wednesday, here in DC...come visit!

These girls were in fine fine quite muscular shape. Excellent thighs. They could crack Brazil nuts with their thighs.

Er, but not like that. Ours are a mix of sizes and shapes.

I need to do laundry, but that involves going and getting quarters, adn that's such an effort. Plus, then, the effort to do the laundry. Sigh.

Later tonight I'm being a taxi dancer at a dance for the Lesbian Services Project.

The Emmett reports scare me. OW.

Emmett is apparently completely fascinated with the whole thing and has to go check himself in the mirror at least twice an hour.

Of course he does. I hope you have lots of pictures for him to treasure after the heartwrenching part is over.

Exciting fun at the household today. DH pulled the boy's toilet because it hasn't been functioning well and I am not thrilled with them using mine. He found a cassette tape in the works. A world of Ewww for the unclogging job. Kids!

Like, healing~ma for poor Emmet.

On Iron Hymen:

4. To never let tampons violate the sanctity of my hoo-hoo, because tampons are really nothing more than thirsty little albino penises.

It was the only place I could find the word penis, and may I say, that I love the context.

Good morning, Bitches.

I hate the new layout of Yahoo!Groups. It's very hard to read.

That is all.

OMG, When I read that paragraph Kristin quoted, I snorted really hard. Hec, I am too fascinated by Johnny Angel and his column...maybe I was a *criminal* in a former life.(I still think I have to pay back too much, karmically. It's not like I was Eva Braun or nothin', I'm pretty sure. If I did go to the dark side, "Gee, I'm blonde and helpless," would probably work out pretty much sad to say.)

Woke up. I didn't get to sleep till about 6:30 this morning because first my neighbor was having late party at about 4 a.m. No big, cause I was finishin up my book. BUT, as I turned the light off, some neighbor in ANOTHER building started their party...at about 5 a.m.

The music was so loud it was like a block party going on outside my window.

It was so fucking annoying, but since I don't live in their building, I coulnd't go pound on the aprtment door and tell them it turn it the fuck down.

Grrrr.

Me in a nutshell.

Heh. Ah, the life of an itinerant drag king and femme girl...I just got a call from a friend who was like "uh, so whatcha doing?". "Are you going out tonight?". "Are you going as a boy?". Finally her girlfriend gets on the phone and says "Sorry she's all beating around the bush--she wants you to be a ho tonight, is that ok?". Hee!

I had a dream that you and I did that together, Meara. A show, not the ho thing.