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Thursday, July 15, 2004

BURN MOTHERFUCKER, BURN!

all this week, my mouth has hurt like fucking hell. my dentist did a tissue graft last week and it feels like a third degree burn on the roof of my pie hole, which is where she took the tissue from. the whole experience brings new meaning to the phrase “the roof is on fire”.

the only food i could eat was soft-serve ice cream from TASTIE D-LITE, the franchise phenom that has taken over MANHATTAN. there’s a location in SOHO that claims a “sugar-free” pecan ice cream that i visit daily. i’m taking full advantage of my mouth situation.

this morning, my dentist took the stitches out, and it hurt even worst all day, and believe me, i have a high tolerance for pain.

IRISH RICHARD took me to dinner and i (slowly) managed a cheeseburger without the bun and some salad greens. he’s such a joy that i forgot about the pain of eating. later, i met up with RHONDA ROSS at OZ on the corner of 50th st and 1st avenue. she’ll be singing there in 2 weeks every wednesday night for 6 weeks. she suggested i take some ADVIL and viola! the pain was gone! why didn’t i fucking think of that? we key-key’d and cut up all night until we shared a train ride across and uptown. and yes, it did occur to me that i was riding the NYC subway system with THE BOSS’ daugther.

all and all, i’m having a fabulous time in the city. last night, i appeared on THE GRAHAM NORTON EFFECT. it’ll broadcast on COMEDY CENTRAL thursday night. we had shitload of fun. i hope they can keep all the naughty bits. he’s a real gas! (that’s a good thing, graham!)

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