Buffalo Bill has been de-funked
Man, I'll tell ya, I am rather happy. The mouse, he does not lie. Happy for no particular reason, even, which I have recently decided is the best kind of happy. The most plausible reason would be it is Friday night and I'm listening to "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk" by Rufus Wainwright which I only reserve for good moods. I still contend that this song has nothing to do with drugs. I'm sure I'll get several responses for that statement haranging my naivete, but I'm sorry I think Rufus is more complex than that. Or maybe I can't see the forest for the trees.
"When I get back I will dream in Barnes and Nobles..." Rufus, how he speaks to me. Alright, I'm going to stop pining over this homosexual celebrity now because there is a plethora of reasons why it would not work. The two biggest reasons being the very way I described him: homosexual and celebrity.
Kalene and her wonderful mother are taking me to a poetry festival on Sunday. I'm extremely excited because apparently it's a big deal. Poetry...maybe I'll take a crack at it.
...Hey if E.E. Cummings can do it...