Ah, in 12 hours I will land on My native soil of Tex-ass! Home on the Range and Home of the Strange…

I won’t be going to Ministry tonight…as I still haven’t packed. Instead I was running about, and ended up haninging out having fun and interesting conversations with My friend Petunia and Roop Raj, then popping into Second Skin to shoot the shit with My sweet friend Justin.

Now I must pack.

And perfect timing. Half the city is trying to evac because hurricane Ivan and the rest are trying to stock up for the hurricane parties. For those who read My journal and don’t have a hurricane season where you live…people often gather inn their favorite bars, stock up on junk food and get piss drunk and watch the world outside spin and crash.

Anyway…I’ll be in Houston.

Who find’s it funny that Dana is the goth kid, Kelly Wilkins is the clown and Michelle Fury is the band dork (hey I knew her when she was the best dressed dork that knew every band at 15). And Cliffy is the biggest prom queen…only he will still be a virgin when the sun comes up.