burning ma'am
I wore one of my 'the witness' t-shirts today and I can feel it pulsing inside of me. I wore a long-sleeve shirt on top of it. I can't expose it yet because it's not time yet. Even when I was burning hot inside the bus and the movie theater I still left the outer shirt on.
I took myself out to see a dorky, romantic movie tonight that no one had heard of or wanted to see with me, just to show myself some kind of stoopid tenderness. It was worth it, cause good movies make me want to spit art out of my nipples. My tiny, almost non-existent nipples. I wonder if I can bill for that.
HA! The Witness Does Not Bill! Speaking of Bill, I wonder how he's adjusting to Seattle. It's no Pittsburgh I can tell you that. No, not YOU, Bill. The other Bill.
As a matter of fact I wonder how my sweet upstairs neighbors are adjusting to Seattle, they just got back from Boston. They left me $8 in ice cream coupons for watering the garden and checking the mail. They're nice.
And speaking of Burning Ma'am, the dorkiest dork in dorkport probably spent about 35 hours perfecting an illustration of my silly little joke:
I think this should be our pod's theme.
Comments
It's good that you clarified that, because after reading the first part of that sentence in my befuddled sleep deprived state I was tempted to go wander about in search of a salmon omelette....
Posted by: Graumagus | August 12, 2005 10:06 AM
Salmon omelette GROOSS!!!!111
You are all hair-shirt stylee, D. And did you see that wack-ass Miranda July?
Finally, I too could be bribed by iced-creams. I must insist that you take me out to iced-creams on Tuesday.
Posted by: SJ | August 12, 2005 11:12 PM
Omelettes with smoked salmon are freakin' awesome!
And Seattle is the only place I've seen them on the menu.
Posted by: Graumagus | August 13, 2005 2:39 PM
Yeah, the Alibi Room does a pretty damn fine salmon omelette. I wish I had one right now.
Posted by: Mr. Velocipede | August 16, 2005 9:58 PM