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Dithyramb for Debbie Harry
Yes, we started chatting about music of the 1980's, all us graduate students. Only a few people remembered It Musta Been Love by Roxette, which was a wicked shame. Good party, although the teriyaki steak bits didn't agree with me. Shigekuni's husband, the cool Jonathan, bonded with me on tattoo's and piercings. We've both been inked by the same woman, Dawn at Four Star in Santa Fe, and apparently this is akin to being blood brothers. So to speak! Heh-heh. The chilluns gave me much candy and bubblegum to supplement the wine, mole, chocolate cream oreos (feh), and lovely spinach dip. Julie accused me of being a gourmand, and I had to hang my head and concede.
I discovered that the manic and likable Katie Landon is a Scorpio, which tickles me fuschia. She wore a short skirt that showed off her sex bruises. Tee-hee! We got along winningly in Poetry 422 together.
Julie is a Sagittarius! I was tipsy and managed to talk to her exactly three times in the course of the evening. But no matter! She was all over the party, bouncing around from flock to flock of English Department Denizens. Wanna talk about energy, man...
They've added a cockapoo to their menagerie. No, not a cockatoo, a poodle/cockerspaniel mix. I thought she was a toy dog at first! Her name is Yoko.
Once I wanted to adopt an italian greyhound and name her/him 'Egon'. And the period, in this case, goes on the outside of the quotie-floatie. Yes?
One-click shopping on the Internet is an invention as beautiful as shining Lucifer and as wicked as the char of hell.
last modified Jun 4, 2002 at 18:52
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