faster, stronger
I was booked at two different venues tonight and between them I DJ'ed for just about 7 hours.

T.I.R.E.D.

Now Thurston the cat and i are hanging out in my INCREDIBLY hot apartment, feeling like 2 little boiled chickens, dreaming about all the pretty straight boys at the activist wedding gig and all the hott TOPS at the lesbo-disco gig. All that and my favorite-person-to-get-sexy-with is sleeping because they wake up at 5:30am in order to get to their organic food market job.

yowsers and dang-nabbit.

How can a gal not be over stimulated under such circumstances? To send me over the top (as if all previously mentioned circumstances were not enough) I just riled myself up for 7 hours by playing a shit-ton of my favorite tunes. I danced behind the booth until I just felt like EXPLODING. I felt the music in my head, my stomach, my hips and my feet.

There is no possible way to feel sexier than to dance like no-one-is-watching and everyone-is-watching simultaneously.