Here's Kevin Smith waxing philosophic about the the anniversary of his first date with his wife; he also opines at length about the magnificent Schwalbach pussy. Which would be adorable if it weren't for the ever-growing column of contempt I seem to be feeling towards that man. Shit, I might have to demote his ass clean out of having a Tederick.com category pretty soon.

The Goo last night for another drag show with two Ladies of the Box on my arm(s); this time I forewent the Jennifer Garner look in favour of the Bea Arthur t-shit and a willingness to imbibe. When we got home we tried to get stoned and watch Pootie Tang, but we only really succeeded at the first part. So we ended up throwing it in and going to bed, which was followed by Bex and I having one of the most pronounced and lengthy giggle-fits of my entire goddamn life. I mean, I have never laughed so hard, ever... or at least not since the monkey fell out of the tree. And it was about nothing. Whatever, good times.

Screamed home in the harsh morning sunshine to make yoga, pick up my glasses, and return to 3QF to fret.