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Well now how can I compete with campiness like that? Did anyone ever tell you that you look like Oscar Wilde with your hair like that, Ray?
Davy's leaving today. As he mentioned on his blog, not only did he fuck on the balcony outside my bedroom the other night, he left me with a little surprise. No, not that! Gross! I wake up this morning, Mags is by the mirror brushing her hair, and just bursts out laughing at me. I have no idea why, and she tells me to look in the mirror. I run to the bathroom, and look in the mirror. I essentially looked like Clara Bow:
Bright red lipstick and dark mascara and all. For a minute, I thought Mags was pranking me, until I saw the note affixed to my wrist: "To my pretty little china doll: You look so pretty! Next time I see you, I'm bringing a little glass case to put you in!" Then I thought it was Dave, but he wouldn't do that to me. Then I saw the signature: "Love and kisses, The Manchester Cowboy."
You're an evil Monkee, Davy. I'm going in the shower to wash the scent of this really flowery perfume off me.
EDIT: Alright I looked at the back of the note. It says "PS: Check the VCR, my pretty little china doll!" So I looked. There's some videotapes there. I put one in...it's Mags and I, uh, well I don't need to go into details. It's from the same night as our record release party. And it was recorded on the balcony. I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT! I KNEW he was out there, he was just shitting me!