1. Upon waking:
Wish I hadn’t had that last vodka soda.
2. Upon feeding Gus and Tugboat:
Guess I’d better put away that third bowl before I cry again.
3. On the morning commute, listening to this:
When will America realize that Rudy Giuliani is a bat-shit crazy sociopath? Or do they really just hate themselves that much?
4. Thinking about "executive priviledge":
The White House reminds me of a child’s tree house that says "NO GIRLS ALLOWED". Only it is my government, and it just says FUCK OFF.
5. On this:
Good thing. Those Katrina victims really have had just one hand-out after another, haven’t they?
6. On this:
Seriously? For the love of all that is good, can’t one of my European friends please figure out a way to hire me as a personal assistant and rescue me from this place?
7. On yeast infections:
There sure are some crazy hippy ways to solve that problem, and Lillet knows every single one of them. [From a conversation, NOT a blog entry, no doubt much to your relief.]
8. On this:
OK, it’s just eerie now. I think maybe I’m psychic, really, because I’m pretty sure I said this… oh, maybe four YEARS ago? Um, also? WE have the GALL to talk about lack of political reconciliation?
9. Upon finding I have no dill or whole grain mustard:
While I would prefer these boiled new potatoes with sea salt, dill and whole-grain mustard, the tarragon and Fox’s mustard as replacements do quite nicely in a pinch.
10. Upon seeing that Andre Williams will be at All-Good on Thursday:
Well, OF COURSE, we are GOING, but it just won’t be a successful show in my mind if he doesn’t play "Pussy Stank".



August 6th, 2007 at 08:55
That’s really weird. I just pulled an Andre Williams cd out of the case on Saturday & almost put a song on a mix I was making!
August 6th, 2007 at 10:24
I’m sleeping on the couch of the dude who introduced me to The Black Godfather. I’ll lay it on him, Mama.
August 6th, 2007 at 10:25
I’m sleeping on the couch of the dude who introduced me to The Black Godfather. I’ll lay it on him, Mama.
August 6th, 2007 at 10:25
I’m sleeping on the couch of the dude who introduced me to The Black Godfather. I’ll lay it on him, Mama.