Everyone comes to the Freak Show, to laugh at the Freaks and the Geeks

I know I said I'd work on the site this weekend, and here it is, 4 o'clock, and I still haven't. Sad, huh? Oh well, I'm gonna try and work some soon, just have to go get the mail and maybe take a nap. We'll see.

Yeah, I'm lazy...fuck you, it's the weekend.

I may end up at a fetish fashion show tonight at the Catwalk. I know Steph is going and Rayce is taking pictures, and apparently Eric and I are invited. Oh, and Jayne (teknoerotoskizm) is in the show, which is a great reason to go by itself. I dunno about Eric, but I may just stay here and relax, haven't decided yet. I really don't have the money, so that may be a useful excuse.

Oh, and Steph was helping Rayce with a shoot yesterday, which apparently involved bodypaint and spikes on Christelle (i_feel_sick...check her journal for an example). Saw some of the pix last night...incredible shots. Check more of rayce's work at her site.

So I didn't get the site worked on. Instead, my 'nap' turned into 2 1/2 hours of crash-time. Now, looks like I am going to this fashion show thingy. Sure, what the hell. Maybe I'll take those extra-strength Vicoden that Thane gave me before we leave, it'll give the night a beautifully soft edge.

I'll be at the Catwalk, starting about 10-ish. Should be a pretty show, I suppose. Not that I have the money to drink, but I'll be easy to spot. Just look for the tall long-haired guy, prolly the only non-BDSM/fetish there, chain-smoking cloves out of certain self-induced frustrations and looking like he'd be much more comfortable listening to John Lee Hooker or ICP...