Sunday, June 05, 2005

Crazy Hooker And The Pussy

Leslie called me this morning (or maybe it was afternoon, but I was sleeping so it's morning to me) to say she is definitely getting married June 11, so I'll be on my way to Georgia next weekend. Woohoo!

Last night, Brandy Is Awesome took care of the dead bird. Destiny was, of course, meowing her head off and insisting I give her even more attention. For some reason, I came up with the idea that we (Destiny and I) should form a band, and the name just rolled off my tongue: Crazy Hooker and the Pussy.

Maybe we'd cover this song: "Laid" by James.

This bed is on fire
With passionate love
The neighbours complain about the noises above
But she only comes when she’s on top

My therapist said not to see you no more
She said you’re like a disease without any cure
She said I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore, oh no
Ah, you think you’re so pretty

Caught your hand inside the till
Slammed your fingers in the door
Fought with kitchen knives and skewers
Dressed me up in womens clothes
Messed around with gender roles
Dye my eyes and call me pretty

Moved out of the house, so you moved next door
I locked you out, you cut a hole in the wall
I found you sleeping next to me, I thought I was alone
You’re driving me crazy, when are you coming home

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