Good morning world. Hello cactus tongue I collected from the back dredges of a full grown bush. One nopal. Nopalitpo. One paddle hand from the bunch had cast itself to the ground opting to call it quits from this world of heat exhaustion. He was like, “I mean I know I’m a cactus but COME ON.” It’s been pretty hot lately. So I scooped him up on my walk back from the mailbox to see if he might enjoy a little bit of time being my deskside company. I’ve stuck him in a tall white flower pot with cactus soil cushioning his little sealed, nubby end and his worrisome fully folded attitude has, if I do say so myself, lifted. Hello nopalito!
David had his first photo shoot in his Atwater studio yesterday and rocked it like a mer gerkin movie star. Or, photography star. He had a makeup artist in named Danielle who said David and my astrological signs coupled were due-in for lots of success and money come October so I took to her immediately. She gave me lovely dramatic black-lined eyes that lasted for the shoot then watered profusely for three hours before sealing themselves shut almost completely. I type this through reluctant, turtle eyes that, despite my seventy-five gentle cleansings, still have black around them. It’s going to be a good day. Right Nopalito? He looks hopeful.