Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Nothing much to see here except helicopters (whirring at least four-strong always, like weather) and Republicans (real ones, with tacky shirts and suburban skin). Been listening to lots of Chicago house lately and can’t help but dream of dancing on a cop car to Maurice’s “I Gotta Big Dick.”
Thursday, August 05, 2004
Georgia peaches are firing on all cylinders right now, y’all. The ones at Chelsea Market are so big they’re nervous-making…like peaches from space.