I am in love with this poster. It makes me think of Pam Jackson. In fact, I'm sure it's ripped off from Foxy Brown. I want this framed and hung in my house, behind where I sew and smoke my joints and write letters to you.
My lilies have exploded. Check them out. Every single bud in bloom at the same time. My house smells like heaven. When I get home in the evening and these small nodding stems greet me, I'm grateful.
Heading out to Mission for a taxi after work tonight, I heard my new favorite song playing in the Beauty Bar. I went in and finished my night dancing to M.I.A. surrounded by squares and crackers. But very satisfied, and having been paid for my night's work greeting international hotties and friends of DJs.
Tonight was pretty awesome for me. So many cute fucking boys in this city. If they were half as rich as they are charming, I would be more and more sprung every five minutes.
But they are not. Just so you know. Not most of them, at least.
Sweet dreams.
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