And I'm working on a poem that might be okay.

8 days till parents visit. I'm not freaking out yet. Yes I am. No I'm not. Yes.. No.. (Bad comedy hijinks ensue.)
I had a good date yesterday. Which I'm bursting to describe in all its tawdry (not at all: sorry, put it back in your pants) glory. But I won't, this being a public forum and... Okay, I'm scared he might read it and a girl has to preserve some mystery, doesn't she? At least that's what people tell me. It's hard enough having my poetry about sex in the elelevator out there for everyone to read and make solo love to.

Tonight I interview a gaggle of female drag queens for Wide Angle. My first interview ever. I'm terrified. a little.