You know, it's funny, because I saw the asymmetrical underwear dancer today for the first time and thought, I've got to put that on Frank's page..then I go to my page and see you'd beaten me to the punch. Great minds think alike!
Okay, so watching Chris Crocker, or however she spells her name now, is like swallowing my own vomit. However, given your recent dream, I thought this might speak to you.
I meant to tell you yesterday, but walking toward the Jewel on Clark (you know, the Lesbian Jewel) I was alongside the wrought iron fence and there, trapped between the bars, was the largest, dirtiest hunk of weave I've ever seen. I mean, it was like the girl was scalped...the thing looked like a sewer rat. It made me think of you seeing such a horrific waste of synthetic fiber.
