i just got a weather update on good morning america from JLC's front deck. He is calling for a messy mix of snow/sleet with dangerous driving conditions and a big heaping of icing on trees and roads. watch out for black ice, she is one big fat nasty black tranny. oh my oh my. i just repacked my suitcases from 3 to 1 huge black titanic steamer trunk. actually, it has wheels so i won't be re adjusting my shit all over my shoulders and breaking out in a sweat before i get to my final desitation on sunday which the JLC compound. I am venturing on the 315 is it? or 513? to philly today then driving out to Lancaster, PA to visit john john aka boots for some holiday cheer. tony is/was invited but i don't see him out and about in the daylight and i don't see him dealing with wintery weather either. his black ass probably melts quickier than the wicked witch of the eastern block. very touchy times overseas. there is problems i think with oil, guns, and i think we have a problem with a couple countries but their names escape me...they start with vowels, which is weird because i think of how a lot of our states start with the letter N. something to think about. it is a brain teaser or an ABC slushee...mmmmmmm i heart wawa ones with half coke and half cherry. very enjoyable. add a hoagie. GOLDEN, BABY.
i had dream about my childhood friend, nefertiti, last night. her family moved out from coney island. Her mom, Cristal, made the best matzo ball soup i have ever tasted and let me tell you i went thru a brief period back in the 90's where i only dated jewish boys...big noses...big........oh well, the whole no xmas tree and lights and glitter washes a lot of those dreams right down the drain. actually, sometimes i would have to get a little drano out to force that shit down my pipes.
anyway, back to nefertiti she looked like an italian bette milder in my eyes. we used to race inch worms on Central Ave in North Haledon. She introduced me to her friends, Strawberry Shortcake and Holly Hobby. I introduced her to the village of the Smurfs and I made magic by lightbulb and made her a birthday cakes from my easy bake oven. I blame that toy and my mother's death having me fend for food in the nest on why I am a fry cook at north cape may mcdonalds today. I HAD BIG DREAMS. I WAS GOING TO BE SOMEONE. I WAS GOING TO BE ON BROADWAY. I WAS GOING TO BE A MOVER AND A SHAKER. the only thing moving these days is my shit back n forth from the tin house to 309 howard...and the only thing shaking is mr. augustine's bullet full of my poison. if clay aiken can have a baby and be in spamlot. then golly i think this fag can make it too.....follow the glitter lettuce brick road. click my red crocs together 3 times. oh enough with the wizard of oz references, dorthory.
ok, back to my friend, Nef, I had a dream that she was had a sweat shop in Cape May and they were making cashmere and lambswool sweaters for jcrew. my heart was torn between draping a new sweater vest on or the wealthfare of these kids. i woke up sweating and screaming...i ran straight to my closet and put on my newest lambswool jcrew sweater and i rocked/cried myself back to sleep praying that 18yr old chinese people were sewing the suede patches on my cardies.
i am getting worked up again...with christmas so close everything is getting me misty. i was crying at a laxative commerical the other day. life goes on and we lose touch with a lot of people from our past. actually, they creep back in your life via facebook now. so no worries there. i guess it is fitting that i had a dream about neffie last night because i used to dress up in my mother's halston dresses and pearls..and she would take snapshots with JLC's polaroid camera. I used to hid them under my bed and i sometimes showed the boy down the street, steve them he enjoyed them A LOT. well, it is a sad day today because polaroid filed for chapter 11 this morning. I guess I will have to start using my webcam when I am in the South Jersey M 4 crossing dressing men chat room. It ain't 1979 anymore, it is going to be 2009. oh how i long for the days of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple juice, and riding a worm with wheels to the royal wife of Egypt's house.
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