Guess What Rhymes With Sweetheart.
Meatfart.
Now, here's a picture I took last night of Her Majesty Neela.
Last night Alex Blagg and I recorded our episode of Sex With Emily and as promised, I was drunk and pantsless and I talked about my weeliedool. I don't know when they will post it but I talked shit about all of you because I hate you all.
Then I scooted around the corner to the Independent where I watched Jamie Lidell completely wreck the awesome songs on his last album by freaking out on his stupid computer program making everything sound like he took a dial up modem, crammed it up his butt and taped a microphone to his weeliedool. Buy the album. Skip the show. Too many fucking stinky ass burning man glow stick dickwads anyway.
-- oh yeah, he was opening for a dude called Four Tet who sounded precisely five billion times as bad as Mr. Lidell. We're talking Guitar Center keyboard salesman, first day on the job, just discovered Ableton Live kind of bad. I wanted to pee on him --- and not in a sexy way either.
Then I went with Quinn and his brother Justin, to Neon, where we got drunk and I took pictures of new wave girls as usual.
Now here's a picture of little Robyn who is wearing an outfit designed by my friend Susan Hengst.

I took the photos for Susan's fall 2005 catalogue. We did them in my house a few months ago.
I suggest all you bitches (or homos) go buy some of her clothes because they will make you into sexy bitches (or homos) instead of just bitches (or homos).
That's all for now.
Don't get caught rambling.
Your #1 Weeliedool Talker Abouter,
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