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Tonight's SGB and all I can think about is this:

Tom Waits - Pasties & A G-String

Smelling like a brewery, looking like a tramp,
I ain't got a quarter, got a postage stamp
Been five o'clock shadow boxing all around the town,
Talking with the old man, sleeping on the ground
Bazanti bootin al zootin al hoot and Al Cohn
Sharing this apartment with a telephone pole
And a fish-net stocking, spike-heel shoes,
Strip tease, prick tease, car keys blues
And the porno floor show, live nude girls,
Dreamy and creamy and brunette curls
Chesty Morgan and Watermelon Rose
Raise my rent and take off all your clothes
With trench coats, magazines, a bottle full of rum,
She's so good, make a dead man come
Pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot
Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze
Wrinkles and Cherry and Twinkie and Pinkie and Fifi live from Gay Paree
Fanfares, rim shots, back stage, who cares, all this hot burlesque for me

Cleavage, cleavage, thighs and hips
From the nape of her neck to the lipstick lips
Chopped and channeled and lowered and lewd
And the cheater slicks and baby moons
She's a-hot and ready, creamy and sugared
And the band is awful and so are the tunes

Crawling on her belly, and shaking like jelly,
And I'm getting harder than Chinese algebrassieres
And cheers from the compendium here
"Hey sweetheart" they're yelling for more
You're squashing out your cigarette butts on the floor
And I like Shelly, and you like Jane
And what was the girl with the snakeskin's name?
And it's an early-bird matinee, come back any day,
Get you a little something that you can't get at home
Get you a little something that you can't get at home
It's pasties and a G-string, beer and a shot
Portland through a shot glass and a Buffalo squeeze
Popcorn, front row, higher than a kite, and I'll be back tomorrow night,
And I'll be back tomorrow night

I'm also excited for my tattoo appointment. I finally have a set date of Friday, July 2nd for my first four hours. It's about time

Work's actually busy today and it doesn't help that I was late. I was at Lee's Palace last night watching Les Mouches open for Arcade Fire. I don't like Les Mouches. The person I was with tried to explain something about Jean Paul Sartre and existentialism and I just thought she was going too deep and it could be that...
Les Mouches = The Flies.
The Flies = Annoying Buzzing.
I'm pretty basic, though. Arcade Fire were stunning, as usual; but there were some problems with the bass either being too loud or not audible at all. Regardless, it was a near-sold-out-show for one of my favourite Canadian bands.

Petor, I'll give you a call when I'm done work...or maybe even during my lunch break so we can talk about meeting somewhere tonight so I'm not wondering around alone. Hope you don't mind a third wheel!

*Tonight's Objective*
Picture of Stormy signing my ass.