Little Red Corvette

OK, I don't drive one, nor do I expect to in the near future, but the song fucking rocks my world. As anyone who's been in my vicinity recently can attest, I've been jamming to Prince on a regular basis.
And I will use the excuse of blurry 3am ramblings to note here that I talked to the man himself tonite! FUCK YEAH. FUCK YEAH.

Oh, and on an other-events-of-the-day-tip I also bought a goldfish and named him Smarmy.
Bad-conontations name, perhaps, but nevertheless, it works. Besides, I leave it up to his orangey self to reinvent the meaning of the word in his little bowl. (to which I introduced a white rose to jump-start the process, which was left over from the Jermaine Dupris party this eve.)
blah, blah, I know...