[lights in caretaker’s office go out, sound of a sword being unsheathed]

CARETAKER: Please, I have an update!

MJM: Too late.

Readers, someone who is taking care of my aunt has avoided my phone call. Thus, the low rumble in the Earth’s tectonic plates.

I gotta lay low until this "it was me who reset and disabled my landlord's modem and then pretended I knew nothing about it" thing blows over

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Well, it seems I’ve worn my loudest coat to this waiting room.

Gaspard Ulliel blankly staring.

Rude.

Mosaic arch & apse from the 12th century in The Basilica of St Clemente, Rome.

Good idea.

No. I need this cookie, as a mosaic, on my table. How are you not following this logic?

Thanks for referencing my little seen but often discussed undergrad play, Pleasanter Literal Death Rattles!

[biscuit in the UK]

Café. Last week a friend noticed I will buy a cookie, break it into pieces, & not really eat it. Me just mosaic-ing a cookie in a café. & obviously he’s right & so now my choices are to either buy a cookie that I know I’m not going to eat (bad) or not buy a cookie (also bad). I am at sea.

I think it’s Anthony Blanche.

Stop.

I told her to fix her nails but she acted like she didn’t hear me

& I hope you’re going to trim that lace front because it’s not giving

I’m supposed to twirl & dip HERE?

& he was a bitchy queen. 😏

& if you say you don’t have time you make a list then you REALLY need to make a list

🩶 🪩 🩶

Make a list.

Don’t get me started on that bitch.

I just told my extremely stressed out friend who needs to make a lot of tactical decisions quickly that she needed to make a list & she literally hissed at me. Which demonstrates why we are friends.

That bitch & her kitten heels. No, mama.

If by curious you mean her wigs ain’t right.

I know that’s right.

You: Girl, let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table

Me: Drag her.

YOU: Girl, April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of dead land…

ME: WORK, BITCH.

My little suggestion today is that if you have to read a T.S. Eliot poem you put, “Girl,” in front of the first line & read the rest in the voice of a drag queen reading someone to filth.