The latest in the series “Drinking Coffee in Hotel Rooms” featuring a delicious iced Americano w/ 4 pumps of vanilla syrup and a spot of half & half, all served up in my very own Girly McSissypants pink cold cup. Special thanks to the barista at the Starbucks here in Madison who gave me a bonus espresso shot just for being so polite! You heard it here first, y’all. Being nice pays.
Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.
People always ask me, “Do you think you’ll ever tone down your look?” And I say, Well, hell no! Why should I? I was gaudy when gaudy wasn’t cool. Before Gaga I was Ga-udy. I was being outrageous even before Madonna. Eventually people realize that there’s a brain under this hair, and a heart under these boobs, but I also like being a character that they can enjoy. It makes it kind of fun when I do get out on stage and tell my real story, and they get to see the real me. I’m a very artificial-looking person, but I’m a very real person.
Today accidentally turned into a Hoarders Marathon. I’ve been watching this show quite a bit lately (Netflix has Seasons 1-3 available to watch instantly, if you’re interested). The last time I watched this show regularly (around the beginning of the year) I did a serious purge of my closet. Unfortunately, those 8 garbage bags of clothes are still sitting in my living room due to my lack of a car and the refusal of charity organizations to come pick them up. I don’t want those bags there and every time I turn my head and look at them, I think, “This is how it starts” and I get all panicky about becoming a hoarder. I can’t decide if this is normal.