Your Neighborhood Professional Deviant

Christmas isn't the only time for holiday lights. These I keep up all year.

lyrics by Francesca Battistelli How about a look behind the scenes? An in-depth photo post of what it's like in My batcave? It's not new pics ala 365, but it should be fun eh? My hood: (yes that's the shuttle, on the back of a 747, flyin by My condo) Ghost, the 20lb cat, loves My gay socks: She also loves My money: And My stripper shoes: Esche guards My bewbs: Vincent is My derpy boy. Love his WHY SO SERIOUS 'stache: Vincent with his mama, Cleo: Via is the littlest. Only 6 or 7 lbs! She's Cleo's daughter, from the same litter as Vincent. It's funny how they're littermates. Little Via with 15lb Vincent? LOL: L to R Cleo, Ghost, Vincent, Via: Esche has a very soft belleh. She likes to be told that she is the Softest Cat In All Of The Land: Big TV and little TV. I need a better entertainment centre for them: Mah DVDs. I totally need shelves for them. Want to get them all alphabetized. The ones in the centre itself are 3 stacks deep. The ones on top rise up ...

Yesterday I had about 12 hours of No Power in My condo. Electricity is such a wonderful thing, and I'm not even talking about violet wands right now! It started out as "upgrading the wiring" in the building... but by evening time, even FPL was involved. Sheesh. It made Me think of the power outs I've experienced while dancing. LOL I dunno why My brain always comes back to stripping. XD I remember a blackout once at Bubbles. This was a lil club I worked at in Cocoa Beach (almost neighbors with Patrick Air Force Base) a few years back. My current "little sister", Mia was working with Me at the time, and we were both rockin the black hair thing. We played Dirty Marco Polo in the dark for a while. It was fun! Even further back in My stripper history, was a black out at the Bear. This was the first club I danced at! Once upon a time, in Long Island far far away... we had a blackout at the Bear. It was summertime, so we opened up the back door to let in some air. ...

As much as I hate to admit it, I am a slave to texting. LOL... no really. Not like, Mindless Teenager Textzombie sorta hooked. I live in a semi-basement, 100% cinder block condo. Reception = FML. Texting works 95% of the time, where as calls in/out work maybe 20% of the time. Add to that the fact that strip club + loud music = cant hear phone? Yeah, texting is My friend. I'm actually kinda pleased with My lil ENV2. It's not New And Special And Shiny, but I dig it :D