Made It On Main Street

Followed the map. Now I'm tired.

Reunited

LOOK WHO I FOUND!
Had to trade (lose) my favorite scarf to regain the Bunny. I accept. Going to "dress." New dilemma. I don't think Horsefingers has developed a language. I'm positive she doesn't speak English. I've been rattling this around in my head for a few days. Maybe I'll think of myself as Emma (played by Maria Thayer) in "Horsefingers 3: Starfucker" when she was dressed up as the original Mythological Horsefingers. Emma could speak because she was a human dressed as Horsefingers. But I played the Mythological Horsefingers and Emma was actually dressed like me, but me is also the director of the film doing a cheap promo stunt. It's confusing. And it's actually what HF3 is about. Layers of identity.

P Is For ...

Phoenix. Park City. In common, the letter "P." Also beginning with "P" , Playboy Bunny. He's run off with my Horsefingers. Hopefully, they are honeymooning in Salt Lake City and I'll catch them red-handed, dancing together around the luggage carousel. Although they have abandoned me, I will greet them with forgiveness. Do not fear our reunion, my dears. Run from me no longer. Mommy loves you.

Blather The First

Slamdance. The year, TwoThousandTen. What follows here: my accounts. Leaving tomorrow so I don't have that much to report yet other than I have not bought fresh six-pack of underoos, false eyelashes or gone to the bank. That was today's 'to do.' Above, witness my accomplishments. A Playboy Bunny suitcase borrowed from my Manfriend who borrowed it from his friend's Manfriend packed with an outfit certain to humiliate it's wearer. Oh desperate, desperate Horsefingers.