Here's the map to my oubliette


My darling best friend... with a tutu and a strap-on.
And yet... it makes sense???








Back from Flin Flon, ridic hair and sweet new suit at the ready.
One of my favorite people, to be very sure.

Seriously though, what's with coat-check bitches and getting all high and mighty on everyone? There was this cokehead-looking chick hanging out in coat check and doing admission/hand stamps and I was like
"I'm on the guest list, I'm Ty's guest" and she looks at me with this look of pure contempt and says "you're not on the list, it's someone else"
Oh, yeah?
How about they got my name wrong, just like they do every time I'm on the guest list? (They always put me as "Shannon", yeesh) so not only do I have to explain this to her in triplicate while she rolls her eyes at me the entire time, she proceeds to cash other people through and ignore me for the next five minutes while all I need is a freakin' stamp on my hand to get out of the entryway and out of people's way.
I guess I should have expected it because the first thing I did after getting inside out of the cold was barge into the coat check/green room area and congratulate Lee on his new baby and give Komus a massive hug and talk for five minutes, but honestly?
Bitches man, I tell you.




Vanity moment much?


Mmmmmmmmmmm Ty's in the kitchen making me good eats and I'm so stoked to consume this amazing dinner (tortellini soup, garlic bread & wine) that I'm almost salivating. This is definitely what a girl could use on a cold winter's night!
Among other things, but we won't talk about that here.