Maudlin

You don't mind that I killed that, do you? I like this place timeless, and flier art makes me shudder.

I went with reggae. And pardon me, but that shit was wiggityyyyyyyy. In the end I ended up somewhere other other, not even on my original list. And tonight I guess I was one of the ghost ships, which did not keep me from being amazed at how pretty everyone is out there.

My ship moved with a click click click everywhere, on account of these Joan Jett boots I was wearing all day. I was in a hurry for most of it too, which resulted in the most comical walk-run you've ever seen in your life. High heels make everything a Big Deal.

Work started today very sloooooooooooow, as it has been all week. But by the time I left I had a massive list of stuff to do for Monday, and that's a little more like it. I don't mind at all, I am most useful when I'm useful.

Butter was like I thought it would be: deluxe. Stef played Madonna for me and later on this kid played Mona Lisa by Slick Rick and I nearly swooned. There was no buttery sugar crepe, but there were tater tots. Gross sounding unless you consider I ate them with a cocktail made of Black Cherry Stoli and Squirt, and then it all comes together.

I'm disoriented from bein spun so much tonight, and things are not the way they used to be. Bunny is feeling maudlin, and she's gonna sleep it off. Gnight.