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Too outrageous to be true- funny thing is, it is, there's photographic documentation!

Who knew there was a world out there of purely wonderful things, waiting to be discovered by none other than yours truly. Thanks to my ever-helping roommate Mollie, I have been laughing almost nonstop for the last 4 hours. Endless entertainment.

Enough said, on with the photographic documentation... just a few of my many favorites.

Tonight's Resources:

Failblog.org

Engrish.com

Peopleofwalmart.com

Gymnastics video

http://www.viddler.com/explore/failblog/videos/158/

Grounds Crew Video

Tuesday Pasta and Georgia Songs

He took me to his burnt chocolate room down the street, evening air crisp and soft folds of blue. Sang Georgia in low moans and looked away when done, felt at ease in this newest of places.

After Dave shows me more and gives choices, I tell him to choose and he gives me Old Bay and spices and pasta and good juice that's not really juice. More soft blue, his clothes in shades of grey. We can't ever make Tuesday Pasta again.

Crack in my Cup

The other day I received in the mail a letter containing three teabags two index cards three crossword puzzles two recipes one postcard. It was from Linda, my mother who knows I like these things. She did not know that never before have I tasted Thé Recomfortant, Comforting Tea for the non-speakers among you.

Today I drank it and enjoyed so much that at 12.32 am I made it again because it tastes like licorice and chamomile and honeyspice and rose and I like drinking tea. Just now however I noticed a pooling of water around the bottom of my Pod, The Pod, my favourite cup, and a hairline fracture running down its side where liquid slowly seeps through and even if I wipe it off more will come again. Such a red kettle we have.

Oh, Awakening

Thanks to MICA and a girl named Christie, read tonight at Sexy Coffeehouse. No qualms signing up, only the hour before the reading did I get butterflies in my stomach and truly regret at all putting myself in such a position. There's a reason I do not perform publicly on a regular basis.

It was cold and I was shivering out of nerves and heat and was caught offguard when my name was called to come on stage. Better that way, I think. That and because of the lights I could only see outlines of heads through the fog and blue purple mist. Read about my Awakening in thighs and folds in beds and dark moments and I was afraid only in the beginning. After all I saw was indigo light.

Welcome to My Bathroom: a Tale of Titty Cupcakes and Half Toilets

Sold titty cupcakes today for MICArotica, roommate Mollie created the areolas with pink piping frosting, we wrapped in plastic and now they're shiny.  Breasts aren't shiny.

A random, rather disjointed night, that all seemed to naturally flow from one situation to the next all too easily.  Do I get distracted or give in to my whims without enough effort to retain?  It does seem to work out for the best regardless; took me to alleyways and Cathedral and turquoise doors and three half bathrooms in one long apartment tonight.

Matthew Elizabeth and Philip spelt the right way, the way of the Greeks, played perfect hosts and have one nook with an oversize mirror that Ingrid brought along with and evergreen chair that wouldn't fit up the stairs and two lavendar glasses and one quarter bag fruit medley with papaya.  And the ceiling was actually a floor, laid in cedar planks.