Had a dream last night [full disclosure: it was after noon, today] that I found a shop in the NYC subway tunnels that sold the most amazing ocean themed dildos.
It has come to this.
Today is day 1 of the rest of our lives. That sounds important, but it's not. So was yesterday, and the day before that. So far, about the past 3 weeks. It is a personally karmic Groundhog's Day, but I don't think as many people will buy tickets to this one.
That's cos it went straight to DVD.
Tennessee Shorts, bought one, didn't you, boy? Tennessee's the dog I adopted yesterday, on a rather wretched, self-serving impulse. Tenny, for short, does not know that he is toeing the line between my good graces and my contempt. I am trying to like him for him and not dislike him on the fact that he looks every bit like Miss Havisham's dog. I am half afraid that if I start loving him, I will feed him bits of raw liver like a mother bird or something. Oh, you never read Wuthering Heights; you couldn't understand my fear.
