mishmash.

check out dj stylus, finally joining his poemcees crew on the sidebar.
and anybody seen a vagisil(?) commercial that seems to suggest the product will do for one's vagina what it indirectly(?) suggests it did for the on-display recently-detangled-now-fluffy skunk, smoothed-out porcupine, et al? i only caught a piece of it the 1 time i saw it and am curious whether the impression i got of their pitch was accurate...
more wifely follies (and i just linkologically updated that now-linked post): after somehow magically recovering a similar previous mishap and rendering the favourite green shirt wearable again, i've now stained grims' hemp shirt, bought while visiting his sister in oz. the 1st time i did this shit it was a beautiful pale green shirt stained blue; this time it's a pale blue stained green. i hate feeling incompetent about something as basic as laundry, plus i feel guilty for fucking up another of his favourite shirts. somehow i don't ruin mine, which i could live with; just his, so i can feel shitty. grrr.
walk good.