Hiya. Sorry I've been so scarce. As you've doubtlessly suspected, I've been in deep mourning—YouTube-ing Thriller or whatever over and over, feathering my rich, leonine mane of sun-colored hair, Bedazzling happy silver and white sequins onto all of my right-hand gloves, wondering WHAT-the-fuck really happened to poor old David Caradine anyway, forgetting all about Ed McWhathisface, thumbing through my collection of Teen Beat Magazines (in a dirty way), weeping. (Honestly! I have!) It's quite emotional, and very time consuming. (Plus, I'm pretty sure I've developed some sort of Jackson-ish form of Turrets Syndrome—SHAMON! HEE!) I wish I had the time and/or wherewithal to go dance my weepy ass of at Hard Times at The War Room tonight:
It's brought to you by those beautiful queers that brought to you things like Hot Mess and so very much more, and it's a new thing, and you should check it out. DJs LA Kendall and Mathematix will be spinning. Drink specials, of course. $5 at the door.
Go. Have fun for me. I can't muster the emotional strength to leave the house just now...hee, HEE! OW!
The War Room (722 East Pike), doors at 9pm, tonight!
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