Halvkilo Pitt, anyone?

Today Florence Genitalia Nightingale Ramses by Ape was born.

Also as we talk about heading west, I have found us an excellent mood setter video.

Tuesday

So I was stung twice by a wasp today. First close to my armpit and then it went for my back. I assaulted it afterwards, but I didn’t kill. Mostly because it wouldn’t let me, though I prefer the version where I come off as magnanimous. Besides, I like the word. It describes me, it describes Ghandi AND it sort of levels my megalomania. I have also spent the day checking arrivals at the airport over the internet. Just to see where people have been lately. Frankfurt! I never get out these days. I’m stuck in this blessed country. I then considered writing a book called “How to succeed in toilet situations”. But as The Oddballs officially are against self-help literature, in addition to the crucial fact that I have no idea how to succeed in toilet situations, I dropped those plans pretty fast. I ate a whole package of Ballerina cookies. Did you know they are free from trans fats? Now that sure is something.

Tomorrow, I will attend something called a "queer-seminar". I'm thinking of bringing up Antonio Banderas' eerie appearance together with Sarah Brightman, singing that song. Just to show how wide a concept queer REALLY should be. Or how terribly lost I am.

Anywho... Marty, I might've found you a man. More on that some other Tuesday.

**DIVINE GONE PEACHY**