i got my hairs cut and they are quite short! tattoos on monday!!!
i've decided that the next pet i get will be named ampersand. take that, pica!!
and on a completely unrelated note, excerpts from an article in the philadelphia inquirer on stripping:
Do strippers have a First Amendment right to do that thing they do? Apparently not.
The decision came Tuesday in the case of an Atlantic City go-go bar, the Moulin Rouge, that was cited three years ago for violating New Jersey's lewdness standards.
"The courts in New Jersey have described lewdness as... 'erotic excitation,' whatever the hell that means," said Daniel A. Silver, a First Amendment lawyer from Connecticut who argued on behalf of the Moulin Rouge.
Dancers at the Moulin Rouge - like those at all New Jersey go-go bars that serve alcohol - may strip down only to a bikini. Silver noted, respectfully, that the Third Circuit had inaccurately described the Moulin Rouge as a "topless" bar."I don't consider this a strip club if they're wearing a bathing suit," Silver said yesterday before boarding his boat, the Free Speech, in the Long Island Sound.
"If a dancer in a bikini touches her breast and that's considered lewd, then she can't dance. She has to just stand there."
and i'm posting this because i find all of this highly comical. nipples! oh my good lord, cover up those nipples before the great moral fiber of our beloved country desinigrates! good sweet jebus...
i also find this hilarious for relatively obvious arrested development references
this morning i awoke to the sush nuzzling down into the covers next to me. upon entering he left the door open and i could hear my aunt's voice wafting up from the kitchen. i went downstairs to have breakfast and was talking to my mom, and i asked her what aunt terry was doing here, and she told me that she had to drop something off and mentioned something about how she wanted to travel with my mom. this is something along the lines of the conversation that ensued:
mom: since i certainly don't want to travel with your aunt, i recommended that she travel with mary fran & beth. you know about mary fran and her, you know, friend beth, right?
me: yes mom. and it's her girlfriend. they're gay mom, and you don't have to whisper the word gay.
mom: oh, yes, right, ok.
from my bed i could hear snippets of their conversation. my aunt said that she didn't want to travel with her daughter because she was uncomfortable with her daughter being gay and living with someone she's committed herself to for years. she said something like 'i do not approve of it, and i have a really hard time accepting it and her father doesn't accept it at all.' and my mom said well she's your daughter and you love her whether she's gay or a serial killer or whatever. (yes, my mother compared loving a gay son or daughter to loving a serial killer) and my aunt's reply was something like 'well it's one thing to accept them in a general sense, but it's totally different when it's your own child. i don't know what i did wrong'
