pekoe

Sorry bout the last blabla of an entry! I got me no online connection now!!!! The Honkey-Tonk house has lost the internet do you here me? What does one do when they are an on-line whore such as myself? So, I go to the Library to use the comps there and park at a meter that is broken and get a 33 dollar ticket that my broke-ass self must contest. Piss, fuck, blah...(I did leave a nice little note on the meter-persons car telling them my ticket should be ripped up and forgotten--I liked gettin' to stick the papers under their wippers and I'm sure they will understand, right?...). I drove around the block looking for the meter person, too. I was not going to have a ticket spat on my car like that, nooooo. Besides, my roomate and I decided that our meter-person was a hot chick that would feel bad for giving us a ticket make it up to us by taking us on a picknick, climing trees and maybe even french-kissing (can you tell he planned the imaginary date...) Mine would include less bark and more bite--HA! I kill myself.

The last entry was also written under the impression that seeing family is fun.

Nope-

Needless to say, Pekoe had to get a breather and go out with some friends and loosen up. So I ended up at a Lavendar Idol contest at the Townhouse. Yup, a queer karaoke contest sponsered by Stoli vodka--FUNNY. Before the contest I had to get up to the open-mike part and do Madonna's "Spank Me"(from the Dick Tracy album), this is forever my fav. karaoke song, I have a very deep place for it in my heart. And Madonna would be proud. I followed this up with a bit too much of that vodka and reportedly ran into a door--which might explain the cuts on my elbows. Next time I go out I'm wearing elbow and knee pads, with a waist pouch for money, IDs and the like. I will never again wake up missing my ID, finding my headboards across the room, full of cuts or marks... No more my friends, I will be new and improved and full of more padding than my bra musters now.

So I wake up the next morning(not alone, mind you) with my mom parading in and out of my room. Yes, the south still has no shame. All I can say is that morning also included a great escape and no people were wounded by the shots of my mothers instant camera.

I'm just glad I had a Mr.T in my pocket to punch at everytime I felt on edge. "First names Mr middle names period last name's T" "I pitty the fool" and last but not least, "Don't give me no back talk sucka'"

Pekoe has left the building...






Sometimes I look sooo innocent...but fret not...like the taxidermy pink dog...



I like to put things in my mouth...and get loud





Or just nekkid...

I need something to do