You Are Not Alone.

I love this weather. It is weather for wearing creamsicle-colored pants. New Orleans is a dreamsicle. New Orleans is a bomb pop.

New Orleans is cotton candy, fairy floss, and spun-sugar fantasias. The emperor has more clothes than you imagine. Bling is the thing the way ‘Grease’ is the word that you heard. New Orleans has groove. New Orleans has meaning.

Bling rhymes with King, as do 147 other words.

You will never guess what my new business scheme is. Nobody knows. Well, one person does. She thinks it is a good idea. She has the jawbone of an ass. This is why I trust her. Always trust a woman with a strong jawline, though a jellyneck is not always a sign of weak character. It is pointless to generalize. We are all individuals. We are all God’s children.

Python Lady just gave me a snootful of horseradish. Hold on. I have to blow my nose. I will continue after the paywall. This much horseradish makes me dizzy. I gotta lay down.