devotional furies

eucch, fast & french reunion ugh
dragged there by Jesse & his twin
(they worked there for some reason)
hate that place, hate the food, hate the service
changing my name to MICHAEL HATRED.

a. Kurt Stefano was outrageously hot.

b. The host of that new VH1 show 'Tough Love'? Is really Kurt Stefano.

 I've had this weird run of dreams lately, and they're all about the bar.

The first one involved turning the school district local on Montague into a bar- Mary M.-S. points out, probably correctly, that this is my subconscious getting even with the College of Charleston for taking the Arcade away from us to turn it into the business school.

But last night's was a doozy. In real life, me & J. had managed to avoid the Miss Pantheon drag pageant, thank god- but in my dream, we'd gotten the dates wrong and it was this Friday (personally, I can take drag or leave it- with 'leave it' winning by a nose). So J. had to work and I was at the light organ- trapped in the booth, we had to watch the entire thing.

I learned that in my dreams, drag pageants are coordinated by Tristan Tzara. 
And the categories! Best I can remember, contestants were judged on these categories:

Berkeley County DSS 
Antlers!
Favorite Serial Killer
Coworker Drag

Like, refreshments were served, and it was brie en croûte. Whether that's because my awake mind has always found brie to be unquestionably cummy, I'll never know.

Did you know that Debbie Gibson had a fan club newsletter? And that five issues of it were sitting in our trash bin at work, along with her Posterbook Biography?

Anyone who thinks the 70s were the low point of fashion needs to be reintroduced to the 90s white shirt- black vest, hat, and <i>shorts</i> ensemble. Oh, pins. Lots and lots of pins.

Beards are stupid.

Discuss.

 is for someone to audition for American Idol...

with 'Mondfleck' from Pierrot Lunaire.

This was... a nice day.

Someone- let's just say her name rhymes with Gnfitzi- just sent me a friends request on fb.

A message was attached, which I expected to be advertising a cure for impotence or breast enhancement... neither of which I need. Instead, it was an explanation. Well, it tried to be an explanation, but I think she's cracked.

She wants me to add her as a facebook friend, when the connection is that she dated my boyfriend in highschool. Yeah. At the time I was in grades four through seven. And in a completely different state. Needless to say, I've never met the chick, and whatever they had going, ahem, didn't work out...

It's just so random as to be meaningless.

I hate my Issues.