Shanna nanna nah.
I've finally decided to update this piece, mainly because i've been reading up on everyone else's bid'ness without offering them a little slice of mama's daily pie. I hit up the local spots last night, befriended a czech drag queen who told me I was a shoe in for a body double of some royality. she probably meant a boy or something. It's okay, bitches were on my dick like you wouldnt believe last night, brother. I need a woman who can rock, however. Im sick of those empty headed buckets of piss rocking around the club like their heads could body double a coconut just the same. I have been talking to this chick lately (shrimp) who is lead in a friend's band (when I say talking I mean I think she humors me while I gush and try to be profound). I know she's going to be reading this and I feel like sally struthers here crying a river, but hey ho silver, this girl is amazing and her voice and the way she plays guitar. LE SWOON. Oh gawd, stop me. But Shrimp man, it is too bad that you're leaving and it kills me when I read your journal and you talk about your heart breaking because I dont understand how that could happen to ya. You ruxors my soxors. OOOweee baby. So chin in upward position. On we go. Jay showed my goods at least 20 times last night, here is his number, call him and say the word vagina repeatedly. 445-6000.
Cheers!
Cheers!