so slide over here and give me a moment.

it would seem that some god exists who, once again, is determined to save me from finding my way into sex work. i was just about to start looking for a second job as a telephone actress when my very nice employer surprised me with a fifty cent raise. please note that this falls only a couple of months after my last surprise twenty-five cent raise. i'd seem to be good at working. how exciting.

i found a street that probably does not exist tonight. it was small, and lined with stones and plants, and led into a wall. i doubt that it had a name. and yesterday at work i met a man who i believe may have been autistic and was fantastically well dressed. he wore a suit and hat that had a thirties flair, but managed it in such a way that it was a delicate homage and not a period piece. he informed me that we'd stopped selling a certain type of cheese. i liked him immensely.

megan and i will be in pittsburgh next weekend. we know that we'd like to make a visit to the southside, but don't know where we shall be staying. i've suggested that we sleep in a different room in the cathedral each night.

when megan and i first found one another, we were thrilled to discover that we'd both actually met another person who liked to have sex as often as we each did, which is something like all of the god damned time. as it turns out, megan doesn't actually want sex quite as often as i do. bullocks.

there are several small scratches on my shoulder, and i'm much happier than i was this morning.

you'll be an austrian nobleman commissioning a symphony in c.

i got to help a nice british (manchester?) lady at work who asked me for a salmon kabob, please. kabob! it was so exciting, like all of a sudden being quite drunk and stumbling past doors that are all different colours and eating the worst best food in the world and switching on e4.

i worked for nine hours and then walked all the way across the city very quickly to meet sera and give her gifts from egypt. it was hot, so i i wove through back alleys in the gayborhood and stomped through the business district while the kids in suits stared, almost topless with my cheshire socks showing over my boots. sera had a scarf that i liked. i had missed her a lot. we walked to her train, where we found an older man wearing a pinstriped suit, a pink shirt, and pink striped socks. i walked back home, all the way through the city again, stopping in the gayest book store in all the world to find boygirl homo fetish softcore pornographs from all over the world. i didn't take a paper bag. i intended to make art, but i may leave it in tact. it is raining and thundering, and i'm about to walk more, to ask about what i should do about a piercing that would seem to be, horror of hororrs, migrating.