dance practise is in session

my hair is a disgusting mess, airplane miami mess. meh. deciding if this song is good for paddy and i’s duet. i have ten spots on guest list for monday night at the grindhouse. we’ll each also be doing a solo performance too. mine will have elements of demonic and sacrilege finery. your crotch may blow out of your trousers. told you i had life by the balls. paddy get a red one piece baywatch suit. we will also need zinc for our noses. our huge humongous noses ahaha ok you can only be on my list if you have a big nose too!

cuckoo bananas hq is coasting on no sleep here and what little marbles i have left are rolling around in my head at mach ten. my blog will suffer (excel) for it. speaking of, how annoying was it that my host went bunk on my last day of vacation. ugh. my mom’s luggage never made it back either. the luck ran out there but loew’s gave us a massive massive deal on our stay pretty much comped fuckin’ everything, even credited us. we were diva supremes this holiday and now with my newly inflated sense of self i will tackle toronto again, back to the monkey race better than ever.

gleaned a quote from the latest vice issue’s employee of the month section that maintaining a consistent online presence is the most gruelling and thankless work ever. ba-leee dat homie! it’s a lot of pressure to keep it irl (in real life, to the geezers) as well as online dominate. like i have to choreograph 2 dances now and then come back here to talk about how awesome i am then go out and do the awesome thing and then well you know. oh there’s the phone.

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it’s that time again. this friday.