2004-02-29

So, tonight I was made an honorary lesbian. I rock!

It was only my second visit to the house of comfortable shoes, and I must say, I made a grand entrance. I was invited to return to the Lesbian Loft for Oscar night, and I showed up with themed Jell-O shots and looking great. I was wearing my trusty (not krusty, thanks to Carmen) Diesel Jeans with a John Varvados tuxedo shirt and some Adam Derrick pointy toe boots. I looked like a cowboy that had been made over by the Fab 5 and everyone wanted to be my friend tonight.

Grape and Sour Apple Pucker mixed with gelatin and formed in Oscar molds will make you the coolest person in a loft full of Lesbians. Of course, so will couture by John Varvados.

And so I was popular and friendly, and alternated between witty and cruelty until the Oscars were over and I found a cab to take me home.

Even though I had a lovely night, filled with excess and fun, I still hate the Oscars. Rene Z. really annoys the hell out of me. The fact that LOTR swept was a travesty. I swearl, the only ring in that family is the one around the tub when Peter Jackson finally gets around to bathing.

Yes, I’m bitter. But I’m also an honorary lesbian. So that evens things out a bit.

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