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.
