I Saw You Blink, And I Missed Your Eyes

So last we spoke,

my darling clicksters, I was about to leave my southern lions

for some northern wolves.

But I kept my cool, and just told myself

and at least it won't be so damned hot anymore.

I moved in with Molly

which looks like a little bit of this

and a whole lot of this

and i'm back in Chelsea with my Gays where I belong

and my apartment is a place of fairy love, a bohemian rhapsody, if you will.

We Call It The Honey Pot.

My room looks kind of like this

And our living room actually does look like this

And I usually make breakfast like this

Oh and we have a

*ahem, anyone who knows me, knows that this is unprecedented, ahem*

MOTHER FUCKIN' KITYYI present to Y'all

Sir Dizzy Rascal
he enjoys scratching furniture, panic, shoelaces, turkey bacon

and watching American Dad with me

He completes our little two-mommy-one-kitty family

And when we come home from our long days of creative thinking

we have a safe haven to grab a cigarette

and do something along the lines of this

speaking of smoking,

I give you my

Non-Smoker-Smoking of the week:

Mr. Poteet,

CAUGHT YA!

other than that,

me, myself and the steal minds of lofty intellectual pursuit and soft palate-d thoughts of grandeur that surround me...

well, we're tackling our futures

with a vengance

from some hell you saw in a David Lynch film one time.

My dreams look like this right now.

But even though I'm trés occupied and in a land far away right now,

my phone is always on my darlings,

(and i always answer it in this position)

Something I learned from my dear friend Matthew Taylor

So for Tonight, Goodnight from New York City

And an I love you to Nashville, Tennessee

I'll be visiting home soon...

xx

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