Wow I’m on a roll posting, aren’t I? I wanted to get in there and comment on the surprising response I’ve gotten for my last post. I appreciate your emails and input. Clearly you bitches are angry about all sorts of injustices, and I’m just glad I’m not the only one. Never be complacent about a world so deeply flawed. Money is the only thing that motivates Americans.
I woke up today feeling extra sorry for myself. I’m dog sitting at my ex’s and if you’ve been down Divisadero in the past several weeks you’ve noticed the endless pinko stimulus construction project adding a median to the street. The jackhammer action started around 7, which means the dog barking also started around 7. I was convinced no one in the world has a life as tragic as mine. I’m exhausted and drowning in noise. I left my glasses AND my cell phone charger at my apartment. My sister keeps threatening to abandon her husband and child to join the roller derby. I let a Native American transvestite give me the worst haircut I’ve ever had last month and oh yeah…I DON’T HAVE A JOB!
To put the whole miserable noise thing in perspective let me paint you a more visual picture...
Oh here I am spending a lovely warm and sunny afternoon reading the fourth installment of the Armistead Maupin (what a name!) Tales of the City series, Babycakes. Idyllic, n'est-ce pas?
Now lets take a look at what is actually out that window:
Now I had a whole post written about the recent events in Maine voting to take away the right for homosexuals to legally marry and how I can't believe this country is so filled with Star-Belly Sneetches who go on and on about the importance of stars and how they are truly critical to the pursuit of building a family unit and thus the pursuit of happiness because WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE CHILDREN? And when the other Sneetches want their chance at stars, and families, and love, and happiness they say, "oh my goodness no. It's just not natural. These are just for us. What if one of my star-bellied children has to hang out with your degenerate Sneetch offspring and thus are taught that there are all sorts of Sneetches with all different kinds of bellies who just want to live their lives" By the way the "it's not natural" argument is always the most bewildering to me. It's as if some think homosexuality does not occur in the natural world. Does this mean gay folks are supernatural? They all hover in this paranormal plane of existance made up of Williams-Sonomas and glitter? The animals don't know they are sinning. WON'T SOMEONE PLEASE THINK OF THE PENGUINS?!
But that post I wrote was lost in a computer hiccup just now so I have no eloquence left in me. Here are some more pictures instead.
Because I am a woman trying to gain employment, I will not post a picture of me IN my Halloween costume but here it is none the less. I went as everyone's favorite 80's classic song by Dexys Midnight Runners. It consisted of this shirt and jeans. Easy.
My sincerest apologies to the good sensible wholesome people who read this blog.
And finally, three fabulous Tennesseeans in a dark lower Haight bar:
talk to you bitches later.
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