son of a bitch....i need a new computer.
where are you? i miss writing on your foot.
positive and negative. sanctuary and soft asylum. spinning my vision, recreating my past. on top of the ocean....where do i land?
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siren and i are staying up past all reasonable hours. in la with piping hot computers on our laps. tomorrow the tease-o-rama begins. tonight we attended a pre-VIP party. there were many beautiful faces, crazy burlesque performances, breasts leaping out of corsets...you know my usual Thursday night adventures. i hope i bought enough juice to last me through monday. oh yeah....we met a lot of interesting performers, had our pictures taken blah blah. the tour is coming up so quickly.....two and a half months away. i know that the next 6 months of my life are going to be insane and how will i handle this. i have decided to not drink while on tour. yes that is it. drinking is so bad for the ulcer. hmmmmm. dr. pepper is a tantalizing option. wow...my lips were so red tonight and my eyes a bundle of red glitter and shine. my hair is very short and black again, though I do miss the fire engine red. you will get to see the red in two sets that should come out soon. what else....i am craving spicy bloody mary mix. it is so good, and the only time i ever drink it is on a plane.
wouldn't it be wonderful if somehow modest mouse entered the sg burlesque band competition and opened for us.....good grief i would die. hell, i might as well die right this minute. but who would eat the cheez-its up in my room. my purple room at HQ. so i have just decided that this journal entry has no order or form. and that is okay. it resembles the inside of my skull right now. the brain. it truly is a fascinating place. right now i wish i had my anatomy books. i am an anatomy freak. i love muscles and bones. i think it all started in massage school. we took 3 levels of anatomy, and i was a fucking teacher's pet in every class. i love it. bones and muscles. i can't really see anymore and i don't know if any of this really made sense. hell i can't even write anymore.
where are you? i miss writing on your foot.
positive and negative. sanctuary and soft asylum. spinning my vision, recreating my past. on top of the ocean....where do i land?
.......................................................................
siren and i are staying up past all reasonable hours. in la with piping hot computers on our laps. tomorrow the tease-o-rama begins. tonight we attended a pre-VIP party. there were many beautiful faces, crazy burlesque performances, breasts leaping out of corsets...you know my usual Thursday night adventures. i hope i bought enough juice to last me through monday. oh yeah....we met a lot of interesting performers, had our pictures taken blah blah. the tour is coming up so quickly.....two and a half months away. i know that the next 6 months of my life are going to be insane and how will i handle this. i have decided to not drink while on tour. yes that is it. drinking is so bad for the ulcer. hmmmmm. dr. pepper is a tantalizing option. wow...my lips were so red tonight and my eyes a bundle of red glitter and shine. my hair is very short and black again, though I do miss the fire engine red. you will get to see the red in two sets that should come out soon. what else....i am craving spicy bloody mary mix. it is so good, and the only time i ever drink it is on a plane.
wouldn't it be wonderful if somehow modest mouse entered the sg burlesque band competition and opened for us.....good grief i would die. hell, i might as well die right this minute. but who would eat the cheez-its up in my room. my purple room at HQ. so i have just decided that this journal entry has no order or form. and that is okay. it resembles the inside of my skull right now. the brain. it truly is a fascinating place. right now i wish i had my anatomy books. i am an anatomy freak. i love muscles and bones. i think it all started in massage school. we took 3 levels of anatomy, and i was a fucking teacher's pet in every class. i love it. bones and muscles. i can't really see anymore and i don't know if any of this really made sense. hell i can't even write anymore.
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sexdwarf:
Hmm, inane banter relating to nothing on the surface, a mention of smokin', and a mention of Fred 62. Conclusion: lots of fun I'm not having. Please mention all shows y'all'll be doing southwest of 36N, 119W. 
paulnikon:
I thought about anatomy during Kill Bill today.