Teri Yaki took her head up from the trucker's crotch just long enough to read my column last week. Get back to work, Teri. The trucker is becoming restless.
A fond see ya later to Elizabeth from Cocktail, who is leaving the bar biz after 10 hard-drinkin' years to focus more on her photography career. You haven't seen the last of her, though. She'll be working with Nightspots on some future projects.
Stella at Annex III was sour as ever on the mic. Somehow, through the course of the show, I melted her butter and we chatted for a bit. And wouldn't ya know it? The pictures of you didn't turn out. World's loss, I guess.
The divine Ms. Gudmundsdottir ( Björk to most ) is a pixie from outer space if ever I seen one. Berlin played it up right for their Björk showcase. Next time you go to Berlin, if you see a drag queen named Kenya, ask her into the toilet. You may be pleasantly surprised ( no, not that!!! ) .
Creaoke has a bit more to say in his ad this week. I don't wanna hear from any Free The Bunnies advocates or any shit like that. I don't have the time.
So don't be a fuckin' moron and O.D. this weekend. I'm not your mother and you're not fresh off the turnip truck, so in theory I shouldn't have to say this. But, here on Earth, I do. Take care of yourself. Take care of each other. Take off your shirt and sweat like the good little homo you are for a good cause, namely Hearts Foundation. Fire away!