I've been getting mysterious whiffs of cologne for the past few days. And there's nobody near me. And I'm not wearing cologne. Is this like Dick Hallorann smelling oranges when he's about to have a psychic episode in the Shining? Am I about to be hit hard with the future? If I go into a trance and start speaking in tounges, somebody take notes.

So there was a gay rights activist scheduled to speak at a Placerville church today. Everytime something ever so slightly contoversal happens-once because peace & justice showed a documentary about a gay boyscout @ Cozmic -these assholes show up.

So they came today and stood at the corner of Main St. & Cedar Ravine. When I got off work, some friends of mine were making their own signs to protest the protesters. I joined them and we made a little history.




Not exactly a big leage peace rally, but I know Placerville thanked us from deep in her sweet hippie heart.

Work was loooooooong today. But I did finish two tops for this weekend. So I have 4 purses to sell and like...6 shirts or something. I gotta get on that shit. I'm really excited about selling in Sf--it will be a big milestone. I need to MAKE MORE STUFF, though. Fo sho. Maybe I should do that instead of writing on a blog that no one will see. But that's not why I'm doing it. I'm not going to even give anybody this address until I start traveling. Ok. Gonna sew now. Why am I so lazy? Sew lazy?

Last night I had a dream that three traveling dudes couchsurfed my house and wanted to do me a favor in exchange for letting them sleep there. So I said, "yeah! Can you model clothes for my fall collection?" so I put them in corsets and skirts and we took to the woods, but they couldn't grasp the concept of posing. They kept trying to look sexy and moving around while I was trying to take pictures. I ended up wasting a whole roll of film on them, but I had to pretend I loved the blurry pictures so they wouldn't be offended.

A couple nights ago I dreamt that I was at a barbeque and there was this really tall tree there. It had a palm tree trunk and the top looked like a cottonwood. Suddenly I noticed that there was smoke coming from the middle of the top and I reached for my phone to call 911, but before I could, the leaves burst into flames and then the trunk caught fire and burned from the top down really fast like a ciggarette. Then the grass undeneath where the tree had been was glowing with coals and three guys came over with hoses with sprinkler attachments and put it out.

And last week I dreamt that the government instated this program that made everyone in the world showcase a talent they had. If your talent or the way you presented it wasn't impressive enough, you were killed. They said that there was only enough room in the world for people who were contributing to it. The thing was though, that the judges were old white guys and totally racist and homophobic and a million other bad ways and all the contestants knew it. So if you were gay, your talent presentation had better be REALLY good if you wanted to live. It was broadcast internationally as 'the ultimate reality show'. The only acts I remember were some acrobats and then Woody Allen got up there and just showed clips from his movies, saying that he didn't feel the need to expain himself.