my head hurts. i know i did it to myself, so i won't beg for sympathy. but...it's almost noon and I have yet to drink my first cup of coffee, which only adds to the throbbing in my skull.
rolling onto my side, i manage to grab my phone. I type a text to George.
coffee, Tylenol, and cake, hurry
I close my eyes and wait, knowing it won't be long - George is the most reliable man i've ever known.
and...please do follow my dear George on Twitter. He'll be glad to make your acquaintance.
It's a wonderful, beautiful day in #Vegas, perfect to have the ladies to tea.
Our entertainment today is the new horror serial from Justin Bog. Sample a piece of the growing, creeping horror.
Sitting alone and over to one side, opposite the crowded gathering at the front of the theater, and as far away from Kate Denisov as she could get, Leonora Rabkin listened to the entire speech. She attended every audition, yes, but she usually didn’t attend other such theater meetings, paperwork-making sessions, the lesser fundraising grabs, and, besides, she loathed both Martin Belloon and the theater’s resident showboating diva—of course Martin’s wife knew this (and it was quite obvious to the rest of the ensemble, but only gossiped about when both women were not present).
Check out the rest of HORROR STORY PART 9: THE PLAY (THE QUEEN’S IDLE FANCY)
I leave you with a painting I found. oh, how I love roses.
I'm having people to tea at the mansion. 11 am to whenever people jump in the pool(s). There will be cake and whiskey and weed served as well.
I don't even know if I like cats, but this one is quite handsome. How can I resist him? Now if he could only speak and tell me what to do with the man tied to my bed.
I'm happy to be home in Sin City. There are so many things I have to say, especially about the #YesAllWomen hash-tag phenomenon, but for now it's just good to be back.
Today I am downtown waiting outside the courthouse for a certain prisoner that will be released. Or at least - that's the rumor.
A rapist that served less than 18 months...
I'll be waiting.
it's time to leave for #Vegas. i'll take this time to enjoy music on my headphones and a much needed rest from obsessing about what happened in Millville. I do not have time to post the second part of the ghost story, that will have to wait until I arrive in Vegas. I did not find what I really wanted - to know if Ray is alive or dead.
Now, I withdraw into the music