I managed to put on clothes and walk to my neighborhood Jewel-Osco...
...my neighborhood Jewel-Osco is known as the "Gay Jewel" since I live in Boystown and the Jewel is located at the corner of Cocksucker and Rimjob...
...and though my voice is slightly better, I am coughing quite a bit. My hacking, my sneezing and my runny-nose, coupled with my non-shaved face and and the groans and moans I make when I move any muscle on my body scared every man, woman, child, pussy cat and chihuahua that I encountered to, from and in the Jewel.
This is what I imagine that I looked like...Can you name this meta- human first introduced in the 80's?
You can?
Our knowledge base is vast and yet sucks, doesn't it?
So, one more day of rest for me and I should be back to normal.
In the meantime, I want to send all of my love and sympathy to Alanda for the loss of Lulu. If you need anything, Alanda, know that I am here for you and I love you.
3 comments:
Thats why I hated living in Boystown when I was single. Even the tiniest excursion required hair and make-up. Now I just slap on an Eva Gabor wig and GO.
Yes, living in Boystown does have it's setbacks - - but an Eva Gabor wig is an EXCELLENT idea. It wouldn't make the boys less scared of me, but it would make me feel so very fabulous that I wouldn't care what they thought of me!
Thanks Honey...you take care of you & get better, k?
xoxoxoxox
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