Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. Things have been kind of nutty. I went to the wedding of the century over the weekend, and I’m still recovering. No, it wasn’t mine. It was just that fun. So busy was I having fun, in fact, that I forgot to take any pictures. Balls. Hopefully everyone I know will keep sending them to me. I was wearing my favorite red dress, and surrounded by some of my favorite people in the world.

My knee still hurts. It is still bleeding. But it is getting better. So there isn’t a thing I can do except wait.

I’ve been looking at these Tori setlists, wondering where all this was all this time. Not David Bowie, Mountain, She’s Your Cocaine, Raspberry Swirl, Blood Roses. I didn’t know she had it in her. I have no idea what’s going on. Maybe I’ll go to her myspace page and ask her. A while back, before any of this insanity began, I made a dream setlist that my friends laughed at. It leads off with Pip, and it doesn’t look so funny anymore.

Cruel
Teenage Hustling
Heart of Gold
Smokey Joe
Blood Roses
The Waitress
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Professional Widow
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Big Wheel
Siren
Doughnut Song
Sugar
Mountain
Virginia
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Here In My Head
Ode to the Banana King
Thank You
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Honey
Iieee
Code Red
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Precious Things
Not Davie Bowie
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Bouncing Off Clouds
Raspberry Swirl

I’m thinking I may pay off a roadie to tape this to the stage in Anaheim. Yeah, I’m going to that show. It’ll be Pip, and I’d be crazy to miss it.