Before I forget...

If you Google "How I Became a Tranny," my blog is the second hit.

Also, who has seen this picture of Jack McBrayer from this months GQ? I still can't get over it.



Best picture ever. I'm going to cut it out, fold it up, put it in a rusty Sucrets tin, and store it in a hat box that looks old, but it's new and you bought it at TJ Maxx.

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I bought Rock Band, and if I had to pick a band that most resembles our style, I'd go with Imperial Teen, since we switch instruments a zillion times during our set. Well, that and the whole gay thing.

We should feel sorry for Dave and Alan, who have to watch me play guitar and sing lead at the same time on Radiohead's "Creep" at least once a night. It's a real mess. They'll be using footage of it at my intervention real soon, I'm sure.

Speaking of questionable drunken behavior, we drove up to Milwaukee this weekend to spend some quality time with Kari, Stacey, and Baron. Good times. Kari took us to the hottest club in creation, and I'm talking temperature-wise, not necessarily about the quality of people in the establishment...although they weren't nothin' to sneeze at. Anyway, by the end of our marathon dance session, I was completely soaked.

And what is this thing I do where I get drunk and take off my clothes? It's a new item in my repertoire, and one that will be ending shortly. (I was recently black-mailed). I would like to take this time to apologize to the woman in Kari's apartment building who chose the absolute worst time to come home Saturday night.

Finally, we've come to the Danity Kane portion of the evening. I don't know how it happened, but I have to listen to them every day and it's a little unsettling.

See for yourself.




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