clown porn, and bad habits

ok. so , what did we do before google? seriously. i mean, everybody googles everybody.

Everybody is a super spy now.

i'm completely frumpadelic today. I look a heck of a lot like my grandmother. right down to the turqoise cardigan.

these are words i'm determined to use more often: heck, crikey, boy howdy, jiminy cricket, and huzzah. down with my own potty mouth. fuck yea.

check it, venusburning is baaack.

i'd just like to say that i have been a dork my whole life. I see no reason to pretend i'm not a dork now.

I was in band. i read all the time. I had a bad habit of laughing at all the wrong times.

but anyway. last night I dreamed that I was hanging out with a bunch of my high school band geek friends. but that guy who plays lex luthor on the wb teen superman show showed up and we hung out at his house and boogie was so riled up he started frothing at the mouth. i have no idea what any of this has to do with anything.

so tonight i'm going to see Delicatessen in the theater. because i've seen City of Lost Children like 50 million times in the theater, but never Delicatessen. and tomorrow? the Ballet. I've never been to the symphony. i've never been to the opera. and i've never been to the ballet. i'm culturizizinznzing myself now.

i really really have to change my habits. I go out on the week days all the time. and stay home and vegetate on the weekends. i have a job. i'm living entirely backwards.

I so love having crushes.

no i hate it.

i'm conflicted.

tell me what i need to be the best possible porn clown. a hot pink tutu. a red nose. magenta hair. white make up. stripey tights. BOOBS. (got those). what else.

bye.

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