I can’t 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 I’ll enjoy your individual sites just as much (except for now I’ll have to go to two different pages to see you… tragic). So, it’s Friday. Last night I dined with Spider Monkey and then forced her and her man to watch the Animal Planet with me. I don’t 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 rollin’ DEEP. Cabana Boy, Spider Monkey, Punket, people from every crowd are comin’ down to get down at Sutra-something-or-other. Doesn’t 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 morning… 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 they’ve been laying there comfortably all night when I wake up and wonder why my chest feels so congested. Sneaky little things, I ain’t fooled.

You might notice that I’m “slanging” a lot today. No reason, just a kick-back mood, and lax style. In an hour, I leave for THE DENTIST. Fuck me, I’m not looking forward to it. I called, complaining of pain in my mouth, and they pulled my chart… “Barb, is that on your upper right side?” Why yes, that’s exactly where it is. “We’re gonna squeeze you in for tomorrow morning.” Hmm. Deep, dark cavities. Damn these pansy-ass teeth of mine. Damn them to Hell.

So where does that leave us? Ah, Mother’s Day on Sunday. Of course, there’s ALWAYS a big, important family event the morning after a good party. It’s the one law of Murphy’s that I am oh-too familiar with. I’ll try to hold together for the day, not look too hungover and ruined. I don’t bounce back like I used to, it’s been too long since I’ve partied on a nightly, even weekly basis. If my perfect hair today holds up, I’m going to have a fabulous weekend. Well no shit, what did you expect?

-Barbarella

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