PROVIDIA

So, I was sitting at Mr Catfish with That White Boy, sippin' a DP and waxing poetic about the silver-lined clouds in the sky, when the Unibomber popped into view. We limply waved hello as the heat of the grip of my hand left a condensation print on the outside of my glass. Heart starts beating, reflexes sharpen and I'm just waiting for that ~J~ to make it's way back so I can climb to the next step. Any day now. Save the French inhale for lazy times, man. What? Someone needs to find Third Coast Seven for bogarting that shiznit. Bam. Finally. ROZZIE ***The piece above was written by a friend from an old job. We were having lunch with Janet and she wrote the above piece based on actions and conversation from that day at lunch.***

Prayer for the Perfect Man

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for a man that's not a creep, One who's handsome, smart and strong, And doesn't mind admitting he's wrong. One who thinks before he speaks, When he promises to call he won't wait two weeks I pray that he is gainfully employed; When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed And opens my door and begs to do more. Oh send me a man who'll make love to my mind Knows the answer to "How big is my behind?" One who will kiss me til my body's twitchin' In the hall, in the shower, garden and kitchen. I pray this man will love me to no end, And never attempts to date my best friend. And as I kneel and pray by my bed.... I look at the BUTTHEAD you sent me instead.... AMEN!!!