bronkitis
bronkitis
bronkitis

Karl's flower choice is en pointe, naturally. But why the banner with Karl's name on it at Yves's funeral? I can't imagine that's customary, but I've never been to a French funeral.

"Makes your dookie twinkle."

My gay uncle collects all kindsa insane dolls, and much of our hanging out together is me listening to him talk about his 2 skittish Abyssinians or dolls. This sounds boring but it's freakin' great.

I am ridiculously excited for this. I don't hip or hop, but I certainly enjoy power lounging with the aid of herbs and, um, purple.

If I had a penny for every bird-skinny elderly lady who lives on coffee and cigarettes who's called my ass fat, I'd have enough for some chicklets at Shari's. Such bullshit.

I'd like to thank Bo Diddley for playing the Spokane Sheraton ballroom in 1988, where I saw lesbian bikers making out for the first time and had my first underage drink in public. Godspeed, and thanks for the memories.

Confidential to C-Love: did you look in the freezer? What about the garage?