dreamy halloween weekend! the magic starting as way back as Sxips awesome show on wednesday night. go see this man!
thursday night i got offered free tickets to see 'refer madness'. anyone go to this? anyone see 'bat boy'? anyone able to tell one from the other?
the free hijinks don't stop there- got a last moment notice to a .com launch party (um, what year is it?) for gay11. free entry, free food, free drinks, free entertainment. whoop!
then saturday I went to an old friends annual Halloween party. threw together a last moment betty crocker/housewife/june cleaver hybrid costume. Had a chill time with the likes of laura croft, a caveman dragging his chick, santa and Pac man (accompanied by some ghosts). heard tales the next day about pac man being chased by ghosts on the train then suddenly turning around to chase them.
but sunday, oh.. last night. beautiful sunday was the highlight. any memories of some less than spectacular prom back in 1992 have been wiped away. I experienced the most wonderful prom any young girl can wish for. first I had to get all made up, my gown and neck wound looked just divine. I knew the boys and girls would swoon when they saw me. my date, who's head injury was a perfect matching accessory, and I headed to the *doom doom doom* Horror prom!!! *squeel*
the yellow checkered limo dropped us off at Pier 63 where the haunted boat awaited us. creaky rooms, hanging dolls, rusted walls. spooky! Vulgaras put on a hell of a show and AND Joe Coleman was there and told me I looked beautiful. sigh. dreamy!

many times i have called upon yall to check out Next Tribe and the amazing accompanying dance skills of bellyqueen. well now you can stay put on yer duffs and follow the link. just scroll down that page and click on Next Tribe. It's from a July 26th show at Wetlands (R.I.P.)

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let the games begin:
she
-vs-
he

sunday night at the kings nyc was too much for words and too much to not get a whole section

come see more!

why?
cause I would rather die *living* in NY,
than live *dying* in South Dakota.
anywhooo. there is this old man who I see every morning on my little block trying to sell a small crappy radio. He alternates from keeping it on a milkcrate to holding it while enjoying the rock-n-roll (lately it has been news) I have no idea what his deal is. But today he expanded his product line. alongside his radio he was selling two spooky dancing jazz musician clowns:

maybe if hes still there around the hollidays...

who needs drugs when this is your reality?

rabid rabbit

me in all my fuzzy goodness

I was hopping mad, but now I carrot think straight, im twitchin to get my tail on down to some bunny karaoke:
my fur is such a mess from burning man- so tonight I am a dust bunny!
mandatory listening before hopping out tonight:
download me now, I'm an MP3!
oh! speaking of bunnies, I just found out if you google search palm reading you get this.