[Since I rarely obey the rules of cogence, let's start with an aside: Remember that Saturday Night Live skit back in the day of Kevin Nealon and Dana Carvey, the one where they spoofed a commercial advertising Natalie Cole singing duets over dead people's tracks, and the hilarious Jan Hooks played Tammy Wynette, and the hilarious Ellen Cleghorne played Natalie Cole singing over "Stand by your man" while Jan Hooks protested, "HEY! I'M NOT DEAD!" Instead of singing "Stand by your man," Ellen as Natalie sang "Hey, I'm not dead."
That was funny].
So. I'm feeling frisky again. Rawr.
I left LA, and I don't really want to say where I've gone, or why, or how, because...I don't know. Maybe I'm tired of constant sharing, you know. Maybe I'd just like to keep this to myself for a little while, and then write about it later. Maybe I'd like some privacy?
Or maybe I'm tired of the Muslims threatening to crawl through my Hancock Park window and slice my clit off.
Suffice it to say, you guys would totally crack up if you knew where Maxie and I landed. I am thoroughly entrenched in hippy. I went hiking through something called "a vortex" this morning--a scientific bafflement; the excess of energy in one small spot due to God, or a heavy concentration of metals (depends on who you ask)--and the excess of God/metal energy gave me the roaring shits. I had to excuse myself and go crap in a bush, and then a big, yellow Gopher snake slithered through my shit and turned brownish, and I thought Ah, the beauty of nature. I have a Reiki date in an hour with a guy I met at the New Age Healing Center. We're going to suck the negativity out of each other with our hands and stuff, and then drink tea made out of cactus parts. I'll be spiking mine with Tequila. Is this love that I'm feeling?
Hey, I'm not dead. You can look forward to more Bunny stories in the near future. I currently remember owing you:
-An end to my Manic Summer series,
-My night out with the Wizards,
-The Bondage Ball, and
-The night I kissed the ugliest girl ever.
Kisses everywhere. I love you all (even the Muslims),
Buns
Posted by The Bunny at 8:15 PM