Last night, Spider Monkey, Nanners and I walked over to the museum in the park to check out the Renoir exhibit. I didn�t dig on the art very much, my favorite piece was a holdover from the Frieseke exhibit, Venus in the Sunlight. Spider Monkey and I spent most of our time in front of this masterpiece.

There were only a few Renoir pieces, none of which particularly appealed to me. We did have a great time there, though, between Spider Monkey�s declaration of her determination to �Paint a HOBO with paint by NUMBERS!�, confrontational nose-pickers, and the book shop to search for Francis Bacon�s face, only to find Bushy Japanese Bondage Porn, I�d say it was a full, cultural event. Sucked about my knee and blisters, though. But these things, well, we deal with them.

Why does every walk in the park end up with talk of cum and excrement? This is carnal culture, baby. And we are all kinds of class. Next, we may hit up the Thee-AY-ter. That�ll be nice and classy-like, right? Heh, heh.

Sigh, good times. I stopped by to have a drink with Pixie, which was absolutely lovely. It sounds like our lovely Pregnant friend is coming right along (time flies so fast), and Pony is also pregnant, up in Oregon and happy as ever. My, how we girls have grown. Speaking of babies, I plan on spending a lot of time with my perfect nephew this weekend. It�s been a month (which, like dogs, for a baby is a LONG time), and I don�t want to lose touch.

Friends leave for Burning Man this weekend, so I know this next week will be nice, long, and mellow. Three-day weekend coming up? I have no idea what to do with all that time. Perhaps I�ll plan my birthday party, which is also coming up, and a hundred times more important than a simple day off. I�ve got ideas a� brewin�, and I�m looking forward to 26. That�s right, you heard me. I might as well be 30. God knows I�ve felt like I was 26 since I was 19. Oh, time. You cruel and tricky bitch. I need to understand you, before I can control you. Or perhaps, I�ll just learn to appreciate you for what you are, remain indifferent, and not allow you to be my detriment. Rather, I will mold you to be my tool. And we all know what I like to do with tools.

-Barbarella

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