slightgeist

I had an intense dream last night. The reality-distorting kind that confuses you for a few minutes after you wake up. It was about one of you cats, and it's fucking with my brain cells.

But of greater importance is the following news: I gotta hot date with a chick. She's a bit of a hot bitch (and I use this term with great postfeminist affection), and she seems to be fully aware of the fact that I'm straight. Or straight-ish. Or bisexual. Alright, I'm bisexual. But I'm really just completely indiscriminate and, deep down, a slave to the phallus.

She's pretty, slinky, arty, pale, sleek, equipped with a man with a mohawk. And she's okay with me pursuing my own dirty heterosexual desires, so it's just dandy.

Chicks are tough critics, though. I'm going to have to start waxing my business.