Miles tries and fails to look ten years younger than he is. He wears his thinning hair long, and limp bangs fall beneath his vintage, prescription-free frames. Miles tries and fails to look ten times smarter than he is. He holds a battered Kurt Vonnegut book, but the amount of time he spends gazing out the window betrays his lack of interest. Miles has just been through a messy break-up, and it shows. Desperation shines in the oil on his comically large nose; the patterns of memories grow in the scruff on his cheeks.
So I totally WON the soul dance contest last Friday! This is what a sweaty, worn-out winner looks like:
It was awesome.
You know what else was awesome? Seeing Sharon Needles on Saturday night. She is pretty much the best drag queen ever. She popped out of a coffin and started singing Whitney Houston. If she doesn't win drag race, I'll cry.
Speaking of drag race, it is once again Wine & Drag Race Night! And people are coming over to watch, so I'd better go work out. Until tomorrow.
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