I'm kinda drunk. I don't usually drink this much. Especially on a Sunday afternoon.
Spike's Bitches 38: Well, This Is Just...Neat.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
It looks like crazy, JW, preaching thru my screen door lady is moving. Rather suddenly. Seems her daughter kicked her out (the daughter owns the apartment).
This means no more crazy lady talking to me through my front door trying to 'convert' me & get me to her Jonestown meetings.
:: does happy dance ::
He seemed too good to be true.
How does he play in person?
In exciting magazine news, my local shop stopped carrying Gothic Beauty so I was happy to pick up the last issue at Pegasus Books in Berkeley. I thought, "This seems like a particularly Jilli issue what with the big ad by Kambriel, the Voltaire profile and the Steampunk fashion spread."
And there she was on page 11 at the Goth Convergence. (The report of which was super gossippy and catty and fun.)
Also got Tiki Magazine to inspire my liner note gig that has to be done this week. Plus the official 1972 Pittsburgh Pirates Yearbook for my friend Chip.
Oh, and the Rock and Roll Comics issue on The Cure.
What's up with the drunken bug, vw?
What's up with the drunken bug, vw?
A few too many mimosas. I have a feeling this will be my Sunday ritual for a while.
I take it you were at a tree-trimming party.
I take it you were at a tree-trimming party.
I was! How'd you know?
I have my sources.
Did you already hear the fuzzy sweater story?