Category Archives: categories can suck my dick

“I saw some dark parts of America … an ugly side of America … a side of America that rarely sees the light of day. I refer, of course, to the anus and testicles of my costar Ken Davitian. Ken, … Continue reading →

Like I tell my babies, god isn’t necessarily in some tissuey book or intimidating building — but just as sure as I live and breathe…god is definitely right here among us. Watching this fills me with more wonder, awe, and … Continue reading →

Robert Anton Wilson leaves his body on binary date 01/11. Thank you for opening my mind, Sir Bob. I would quite literally not be the same person without all that I learned from you. Oh, and I assure you…being the … Continue reading →

Self-repudiated and patently denied or not, she was, in fact, born on this day…therefore, I would like to wish a most Happy Birthday to Miss . Gregory and I and the babies miss you like mad. Forget London! Come back … Continue reading →

Well, we are here. CES 2007 in beautiful downtown Lost Wages, Nevada! It annoys Gregory like mad everytime I call it Lost Wages, so I have to try and fit it in as much as I possibly can, gottddamnit. People … Continue reading →

It seems our own delightful Fruitcake Lady was not only just the belly laugh of the gottdamned century — she was Truman Capote’s aunt. Keep Miss Puss Clean.

New sunglasses:

New glasses:

1. My just younger sister, Mo, very nearly died this week. Her periods have always been extreme, but I guess this time was the Grandaddy of All Bloodlettings. By the time my brother-in-law got her to her doctor’s office, she … Continue reading →

January: The best part is, in high school I was voted (more than once) “The Girl Most Likely To Have An Affair With Her Poetry Professor.” February: Okay, first things first: Nashville is motherfucking COLD. March: Oscar Review:/ I absolutely … Continue reading →