My mother is reading Dr. Seuss over the phone for me. This is the most wonderful thing I've had since I was 5. It is his first novel, And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street

Tales of the City is on Logo, the new queer network. I'm crying my eyes out over the views of San Francisco and it's lifestyle.

Woke up at noon and started drinking vodka and Kool Aid. I seriously need to get motivated.

Nag, nag, nag. I just took a multi-vitamin and it made me puke. I should know better than to take pills on an empty stomach. I’m almost out of cash and almost out of food. My roommate got some romaine for my piggies and a pack of cloves for me so we’ll still be fine for a few days. I wish I could communicate the rest here, but it’s a little personal to be vented here. Wish me luck.

Ya Basta!

Damn, Sisters of Mercy is playing Las Vegas and I've blown too much of my savings to get tickets. Life is rough.

"Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me."

One of my wonderful guinea pigs just passed away. Her name was Pris.

Geh. Happy friggin' new year.