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Build Clouds Day!

Build four clouds. One from newspapers, one from a soap bubble and the smoke of a cigarette, one from stone, and one from shirts. Then hold the clouds over your bed when it's time for your lover to wake up. When his eyes flutter open and he looks up and sees you waving the clouds over him, say "Wake up sleepyface. What's a matter, too cloudy?" When he laughs, switch clouds. Drop the two in your hands and pick up the two that are sitting on the bed and wave them over the bed in a circular motion. Your lover will ask you to c'mere, in a let's screw kinda way. Don't. Instead, move the clouds around in an even faster circular motion and shout, "Uh oh! Storm front!" Then start spitting on the blanket.

Happy Build Clouds Day!

Paul is reliving his junior high dance downstairs listening to Spandau Ballet's "True".

i got a labret piercing a week ago so for several weeks i will have the freshest breath and the moistest lips this side of the Atlantic. the former because of the necessary listerine regimen, and the latter because of the constant lip balm required to keep my lips from peeling, which i cannot resist chewing, which hurts like hell.

this weekend is midsemester break. it's fun to pretend that i'm out of town when i'm not so as to ditch my radio show and go shopping instead. hey, i really tried hard to get out of town so why should i be "punished" for only making it out as far as century 3?

the 18th annual pittsburgh international lesbian and gay film festival is going on now. check it out. tomorrow i'm gonna see Prey for Rock and Roll. babelicious.

speaking of babes...kinda... i had this dream last night where i was making out with jessie b. it was very, uh, horizontal. not exactly in a physical sense (though that too) but it was like it was being filmed in widescreen, or perhaps an even higher aspect ratio than that.

happy 22nd birthday to Chris Wilson! Shahrzad thinks your girlfriend is hot. we both think the boy with the pompadour at your party was cute, in a very Chris Dewan sort of way. aww.

that's it. this week i am either going to tell you how i feel about you or unequivocally realize that you are too much of an ambivalent, opportunistic, untrustworthy, unreliable flake and give it up. why is it so hard to ask direct questions (that's directed at me)? and why is it so hard to answer direct questions (that's directed at you)?

raspberry sherbet knows the answer to this one.