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Gina has made fun of me because my favourite Beatles song is "Got to Get You Into My Life". (This may, I admit, be due to my not being familiar enough with the Beatles catalogue to pick another, but, goddammit, I love that song.) She made me burn her a special version of "In Praise of Folie" with all the same tracks except that one replaced with Aerosmith, "Dude Looks Like a Lady". Which I thought was fun but a bit obvious, so I bumped it for the Beatles one. So now there's a special European version of the CD with only one track different, but real fans buy it anyway.

I was singing "Heterosexual Man" and pouring myself some Diet Coke today when I glanced out the window and saw Gina's racist landlady in the backyard. I'm belting, "I'm a HETERO! SEXUAL! HET-ER-O SEX-U-AL MA-A-A-AN!!!" and I thought, "Wow, if she heard me singing this song there'd be no doubt in her mind about me and Gina." Because, you know, everyone must think we're lesbians. I didn't stop singing, but it occurred to me then what Gina and I are. You know how in that stupid movie that I tried to watch until it sucked too much, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, Jay introduces Bob as "my heterosexual life partner"? That's what Gina and I seem to be.

The people at Blockbuster must be certain because every night I pop in there and rent a new Queer as Folk video.

This is fun. Of course it would be more fun if Gina actually put out...

Why are you in Tavie's head? 3:43 PM | shower me with attention