I am...clayface

[sweetprince]

Today I starred in the Independence Day Edition of "Bad Day At Black Rock." Unfortunately for me, there was no Dean to come barging in slinging remotes around. The jamba juice I bought for comfort came sans pretzel (they were out) and then had the audacity to explode on me as I was going down the stairs to catch the A train--which I then missed.

But now I'm safely in my bed. I'm a little afraid the fan will go nuts and some how sieze my hair or any other carelessly placed appendage. On a positive note, anybody here in New York want to see Gonzo, the documentary about Hunter S. Thompson?

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[dark-reaction.livejournal.com]

It's fine.