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2003-05-09

Get-down, get-down!

I canít believe it! My Witches have decided to go back to their coasts and keep east and west separate for now. It was a great run, boys, and Iíll enjoy your individual sites just as much (except for now Iíll have to go to two different pages to see youÖ tragic). So, itís Friday. Last night I dined with Spider Monkey and then forced her and her man to watch the Animal Planet with me. I donít care what you say. Animals on TV are funny.

Odie made it safely to Timbuktu, after a harrowing trip surrounded by screaming brats. My poor, poor slave. Hee hee. I decided not to go out, no, not when this weekend promises to be a party playground. Tonight, mellow, prep-time, oh yeah. But tomorrow! We go downtown, and we be rolliní DEEP. Cabana Boy, Spider Monkey, Punket, people from every crowd are cominí down to get down at Sutra-something-or-other. Doesnít matter what the name of the place is, the people who will be there are my draw to the place. Yay! Man, I CANNOT seem to clear my throat this morningÖ I swear, my cats are punishing me somehow for my frequent absence. Spitting hairballs in my mouth while I sleep, and then racing to a predetermined spot on the bed to look like theyíve been laying there comfortably all night when I wake up and wonder why my chest feels so congested. Sneaky little things, I ainít fooled.

You might notice that Iím ďslangingĒ a lot today. No reason, just a kick-back mood, and lax style. In an hour, I leave for THE DENTIST. Fuck me, Iím not looking forward to it. I called, complaining of pain in my mouth, and they pulled my chartÖ ďBarb, is that on your upper right side?Ē Why yes, thatís exactly where it is. ďWeíre gonna squeeze you in for tomorrow morning.Ē Hmm. Deep, dark cavities. Damn these pansy-ass teeth of mine. Damn them to Hell.

So where does that leave us? Ah, Motherís Day on Sunday. Of course, thereís ALWAYS a big, important family event the morning after a good party. Itís the one law of Murphyís that I am oh-too familiar with. Iíll try to hold together for the day, not look too hungover and ruined. I donít bounce back like I used to, itís been too long since Iíve partied on a nightly, even weekly basis. If my perfect hair today holds up, Iím going to have a fabulous weekend. Well no shit, what did you expect?

-Barbarella

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Get-down, get-down! 2003-05-09 8:13 a.m. I canít believe it! My Witches have decided to go back to their coasts and keep east and west separate for now. It was a great run, boys, and Iíll enjoy your individual sites just as much (except for now Iíll have to go to two different pages to see youÖ tragic). So, itís Friday. Last night I dined with Spider Monkey and then forced her and her man to watch the Animal Planet with me. I donít care what you say. Animals on TV are funny.

Odie made it safely to Timbuktu, after a harrowing trip surrounded by screaming brats. My poor, poor slave. Hee hee. I decided not to go out, no, not when this weekend promises to be a party playground. Tonight, mellow, prep-time, oh yeah. But tomorrow! We go downtown, and we be rolliní DEEP. Cabana Boy, Spider Monkey, Punket, people from every crowd are cominí down to get down at Sutra-something-or-other. Doesnít matter what the name of the place is, the people who will be there are my draw to the place. Yay! Man, I CANNOT seem to clear my throat this morningÖ I swear, my cats are punishing me somehow for my frequent absence. Spitting hairballs in my mouth while I sleep, and then racing to a predetermined spot on the bed to look like theyíve been laying there comfortably all night when I wake up and wonder why my chest feels so congested. Sneaky little things, I ainít fooled.

You might notice that Iím ďslangingĒ a lot today. No reason, just a kick-back mood, and lax style. In an hour, I leave for THE DENTIST. Fuck me, Iím not looking forward to it. I called, complaining of pain in my mouth, and they pulled my chartÖ ďBarb, is that on your upper right side?Ē Why yes, thatís exactly where it is. ďWeíre gonna squeeze you in for tomorrow morning.Ē Hmm. Deep, dark cavities. Damn these pansy-ass teeth of mine. Damn them to Hell.

So where does that leave us? Ah, Motherís Day on Sunday. Of course, thereís ALWAYS a big, important family event the morning after a good party. Itís the one law of Murphyís that I am oh-too familiar with. Iíll try to hold together for the day, not look too hungover and ruined. I donít bounce back like I used to, itís been too long since Iíve partied on a nightly, even weekly basis. If my perfect hair today holds up, Iím going to have a fabulous weekend. Well no shit, what did you expect?