the first true american drag queen, judy garland. and what is she hawking? pan-cake make-up. if that isn't the bees knees, I don't know what is.
I would pay someone to sleep right now. actual dollars.
if I thought throwing my head against a wall would help, I'd do that, too.
I need sleep drugs. nah. I already have guilt, shame and neurosis. I don't really need another monkey on my back. though, it could be festive.
it urks me when people don't email me back. I e-stalked one of my girlie friends back home a month ago and she hasn't e-stalked me back. maybe she's breaking up with me. after 25 years of friendship, I would expect more. oops, there I go with expectations. schwartzy, you know better than that. it's true. I do.
for the love. please let me sleeeeeeep.