Friday, August 25, 2006
I have sock tan lines. Don't tell this guy.
A bunch of important astro-space guys decided Pluto is not a planet. I feel bad for Pluto. I wonder if all the other planets are up there around poor old Pluto in the Celestial Body Café saying things like, "Aw, come on, buddy, don't take it so hard. We still think you're a planet." Maybe we should ask this guy.
On top of everything else, apparently some people come over to your house and have a regular cow if your kitchen sink isn't effing sparkling clean. So now I have to worry about a straight white guy, who, according to Dax Montana, is supposed to be my Boy Toy, grading me on my effing housekeeping..
I need a date! So join me at the Poets' and Writers' League of Greater Cleveland's "Raise the Roof" party tonight at 6:30. For a $5 requested donation, you get to hob knob with local writers, slide back a beer or two and nosh on nibbles. Here's where it's happening, baby.
Today's photo is courtesy of darling-of-my-heart Henri Banks. Clearly, he knows some extraordinarily good looking people.