If You Want To Erase...

...My existence and any history of it altogether, don't henpeck me about it for years before issuing the coup de grace.  Also, any effort to do so kind of leaves as much if not three times the mark on the world that I have.  Also, a death wish against me just needs to end my life, not erase any traces that I ever lived...

I Feel A Lawsuit Coming On...

Anyone in San Francisco and a lawyer who specializes in cases where landlords harass rent-control or low-income tenants?  Want to win an easy case?

Give Me Budgetary Discretion...

...or rather, a free hand, with one trillion dollars, and I could vouchsafe the survival of homo sapiens sapiens for the next ten thousand years.  At least.

It Takes Pluck...

...to pull off that walking, bullet-ridden corpse routine from FATAL BEAUTY.

My New Drag Name

Is Pariah Carrie.  Nobody steal!!!

Feeling Compassion

For poor Paula Deen.  Buttering her lawn jockey.  Could it be...?

An Enemy Who Causes Me To Better Myself

Overheard downtown as I was coming back from the Ferry Building around 7 a.m.: A man venting to someone on the phone about someone else with whom he had some sort of competitive relationship, something about, "...and he can do my job really well," or something to that effect.  I just wanted to point out that there is a kind of power in being honest and vulnerable enough to admit you are freaked out by the excellence of those with whom you vie. He should take some heart.