2003-12-15

You know that little cough going around that turns out to be the black plague? I have the cough. My GFE (that's "girlfriend experience" for those of you not familiar with the escort world, which is totally your loss) is getting over the black plague, so my Grim Reaper clock is ticking.

I think it's waiting until Wednesday, because we're having a Christmas Potty that night and Thursday I have a gig (the first with my drummer). Nothing like choking on coughs while singing to make you feel like a diva. Oh yes, that's me.

Hey, remember when I had whooping cough? Yeah, those were good times. I don't think I ever really gave you guys the update. It went like this: I had whooping cough for about 3 months, during which time I became an expert cough-suffocater which in turn made me an expert eye-waterer. Always a hit at the parties. Then it was gone.

Gripping, I know.

My GFE made pecan squares for the party. That's totally the "experience" part of the phrase that so many of today's escorts are lacking. But I'm not allowed to eat them. So instead I drool. Hey, remember when I had strep throat and I needed a spit cup for my own saliva? Yeah, those were good times...