Frank Black opened up my chest & blew warm air right into my heart.

Now I can't stop listening to him.

Like I've got a crush. He melted me from inside out & gave me delicious grins to cherish.

Looks-wise he's a bit too much like this guy Tom that I slept with once.

He had a parrot (Tom not Frank), but I didn't know that until we were a tangle of sweaty parts & it "SQUAWK"ed loudly & startled me & I started giggling & couldn't stop & we had to stop going at it & giggle together.

The belly-hurts-can't-breathe-mind-if-i-vomit-on-your-doc-martens type of giggling.

Looking back I realise that giggling was the only good thing about sleeping with him, he had a beautiful cock, but was a horrible kisser.

Thin-lipped, too many teeth involved.

Left one of my favorite earrings at his place as well.

But yeah, the giggling was good enough to warrant an earring lost.

Frank warmed me up & now he's getting mass airplay around the house.

I dig all of his "la-la-la la-la la"s & "ba-ba-ba ba-ba ba"s.

Heading off to Ikea with my sister in the morning for some therapeutic buying of random stuff (most likely made of plastic... woo, plastic).

Should be sleeping, but am making a mix to take along on the drive to Sacramento.

James had trouble in L.A. & may not be coming after all.

I have the next four days off. I may have to do a little dance.

If anyone needs some Frank Black, tell me, I'll totally share.

:blowing my speakers: Frank Black ~ My Life Is In Storage
:feeding my head: Kerouac ~ Pomes All Sizes
:rotting my brain: Ren & Stimpy

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