Hang the Sign Upon the Door

Man, I’d like to be the filling in that sandwich. I didn’t realize how flowery the lyrics are…just to pull this out of my ass, I tend to think that’s the influence of Prince, who was really at his peak at this time. I mean, even “Darling Nikki” takes place in a castle (wut). I like Prince’s style. If I met someone masturbating in a hotel lobby to porn* I’m not sure what I would do. Probably take a picture. Or steal the magazine. What are they going to do? Are you going to chase someone when you’re in fap mode? Well, not anyone I know would.

ANYWAY, looks like a thrilling weekend of tomato planting ahead of me. I’m also trying to finagle the cat door situation, because there are TOO MANY CATS ON THE DANCEFLOOR. I found a steaming present in front of the closed patio door yesterday. I have four litter boxes that I scoop daily and change regularly. I take this as a sign. ADDITIONALLY tonight I am volunteering at the trans film fest. I have also got to get down to the library to find a font book that’s reference only, so don’t hide it, okay? Busy weekend ahoy.


Franny, taquito, Strudel.

In other news, I held a list in my head yesterday, all day. I remembered names and details. I am going to be doing less nodding and agreeing from now on, so look out. I have an ultrasound scheduled for next week (not the baby kind) because somethin ain’t right in there. HOW MANY HANDS WILL I HAVE IN MY VAGINA BY THE END OF THE MONTH? My guess is “too many, and not the right ones.”

*Unspecified. She could have been ‘batin to “Guns and Ammo” I suppose.