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I really should go to bed. I haven't slept

  • I really should go to bed. I haven't slept for three days. My muse has had my brain squished between her hands. But now the spark has gone, and my mind has gone fuzzy like peachfur

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  • or blue mold. Thoughts thrash their way through the fog to the surface, but disappear as soon as I look away. I need sleep, but I'm too tired and my mind is in the Kentucky derby

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  • because I am obsessed with tiny men and horses. All I can think about are those harlequin diamonds, really tiny male haunches mounting those hefty equine buns. It's all I think

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  • should be in the magazines. But no, they have to add the tiny ladies with thier

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  • small underwear to attract these types of fanboys. The age of the good journalism is now over, and I had to find another jog to keep my

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  • bills paid. So that's why I found myself wearing underwear three sizes too small filled with dollar bills. I tripped on my mega high heels again and landed SMACK right on top of

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  • the music machine. My debut at karaoke stripper night was a complete disater. Especially since I chose "Stand by Your Man" from the set. I picked myself off the slippery stage and

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  • made a hasty exit, while at the same time trying to get dressed. With one leg into the arm of my sweater and my jeans pulled over my head, I hoped I'd disguised myself sufficiently

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  • as one of the fools in the Dogma film my mistress' husband was shooting. I moaned & flailed a bit. He saw he'd been cuckolded but kept the scene because & I quote him verbatim, "

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  • If God is Love, then appreciation is no surprise."

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