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I had a nice stretch this morning with Kash, very relaxing. You’ll see that tomorrow, lots of up close and personal pictures with my stupid raymi reparte inter-spliced, it got me nice and limber for dancing the night away and rehearsing today.

I looked down at my outfit today in the market and was like, do I need to grow up? (NOOOO! I screamed in my head)(and you should be screaming that too Little Raymis) If I have to grow up that is like PeeWee Herman dying. So as long as I can do my best to hide the old I feel like I can dress as dopey as I like.

Or like, if I am such a trainwreck then what would Courtney Love do? Alright do less than that and we are good.

These have a very slight magnification to them which is problematic because well, headaches and even plain glass alone can make you squint a little. I went to bed frowning the other night it seems and I had a line in my forehead all day yesterday I wanted to die.

Well I’ve settled on my song, my body painter comes over tomorrow and we get this show a rolling. Come get primed with us at Narwhal, lots of crazy costumes and fanfare mingling and boozing then we head over to the Bovine for the burlesque show and see all the paintings you just saw at the gallery space come to life in striptease. I am the third performance. If you are hungry I can spray whip cream in your mouth if you stand up front.