Dear Gay,

Spankee sez:

I don't know if it's Hamilton or if i just don't care anymore. Or if it's Hamilton that's making me just not care anymore.

Either way, i don't give a fuck about shit like that. I only care about reality shows now.

also: they're making a movie on my street this morning, eh? my street's a set. i dunno what movie it is, but they're also filming thee incredible hulk staring my boyfirend . . . shit, i can't think of his name. i have full early-onset alzheimers. Edward Norton! That's it. He's the hulk or something.

i have to go now and write 900 words about wallpaper.

also: i have a date with alice cooper tomorrow night. mmmm.

and: some weird doctor offered me free cosmetic surgery in exchange for advertorial. ahahaha. FINALLY.

what should i have done? (i know! the question is really what *shouldn't* i have done.)

maybe i'll have, like, soap opera plastic surgery to make me look like my nemisis and then i'll frame them for a crime they didn't commit.

i don't know if i really want to look like don henly, though . . .