I was awfully busy today, drumming my fingers and tapping my toes, waiting for Westika to blog like she promised (I’m hoping for something about Paris Hilton) …

And, I’m all upset thinking that Nina — no doubt under the influence of the overwhelming need to be like Paris Hilton — will get a huge, out of porportion boob job because her horoscope told her to go for the flood and not the trickle …

Then MCARP beats me to the punch with a hilarious Tommy Chong/Colbert Report vid about Paris Hilton …

so, here’s what I did today in my fabulous and singular life …

I somehow booted a call from a nice lady inviting me to blues and barbecue at bricktown…

I got my kitchen back together, have a ‘fridge working again and a table and chairs and a counter and the dishes done and the laundry done …

went with Oz filming places around town at night with my topless car; went ’round the capitol building, up to the flags as you enter south Edmond by Central X, a little of the asian market at 25th and Classen next to Lido, fuzzy street lights and dull industrial buildings.  We recently filmed a scene with the gorgeous and talented Kelley O that KO KO’d.  Oz is getting excited about getting to the end of this 1.5 year project.

Along the way, I realized I’d missed the first part of the gay pride celebration only when I passed the park going to the Red Cup …

I walked along Paseo, partaking of Isis, Sauced and G-spot and hugging as many women as I could along the way.  Pleasant but not really anything remarkable unless you’re stunned by a slice of pizza with a burned crust.  The gathering of men and Miss K at the RC pond was pleasant enough, and better conversation than of late among us in many ways, but nothing really worth repeating.  The reputation and standing of the Alquonquin Round Table is secure another evening.

Tomorrow I plan a stirring round of floor vacuuming and hedge trimming.  can’t wait.

there is something symmetrical and just about those of us who have lives of quiet desperation, those of us with lives devoid of meaning or purpose, those of us with vacuous, empty, deserts of lives, should receive “news” equally bereft of content and value.  After all, like the lady says, we all get exactly what we’re willing to settle for.

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