pammy

o.k. my bootchies, just so ya know there are no words to describe last night, but in my infinite chatteryness, I will try: You know how in every teenybopper girly movie there's always that moment at the school dance or prom where the girl/guy who got the extreme makeover is suddenly caught up in the slow-motion, sees their object of endless affection across the room, their eyes meet and glitter is falling through the air and some eighties has- been is singing some dreadfully sappy song and all is right with the world until graduation?It was exactly like that only the girl likes girls, he was holding on to her so she would'nt get smashed by the throng of people (le sigh), there was quick-motion big headbanging, blood was falling through the air and GWAR was rocking their socks off. Yeah kinda like that. My tummy feels funny and I'm always smiling. Freakin' me out man! It was one of the best nights in my life and i will always remember being treated so special.I must be the girlyest Lez around, but I don't care. I will never play the pronoun game again, I will wear my heart on my blood-soaked sleeve proudly. Plus if all you behotches were there you could've shared the lovely evening skyline of pink neon palm trees and Touchdown Jehesus.