T R U T H

What's the significance of taking a poop and it smells exactly like cat shit? Am I experiencing a feline moment? Look, this isn't one of those suggestive expressions - I'm talking litter box cat shit smell. What if my colon is expressing a reality that I'm no better than Felix or Fluffy? This is a special day in which time together is recognized and appropriately declared and this morning bathroom smells like the foyer of Carmen Furball. Enough about the catatonic stuff - headed off to GVR and did a long island tea at the pool. We got that ol' KBH feeling by the expanse of the sky and the warm, not hot temp and did a little Dorothy in the casino (meh). Lucille's served up some fine BBQ and the Sculpin IPA had me wondering if Ballast Point added some gardenias to the hops. Quick stop at Paneras for a big sesame semolina and that's the way you do it in Dreamland. Sometimes the conventional outweighs the offbeat and you just do it. When you feel like you're with the prettiest gal in the joint, it makes it make sense to this catcraptacular faux divinity student.

The difference between pink and purple is the grip. All 8s today and the horse rode sidesaddle.