actually its the center of my foot – woe, woe, woe.

i’d like to send a shout-out to sofia n. santana, manager of my singing career, who told me she grew up with wooden floors and knew exactly how to extract a splinter. she told me this because i had a splinter. but the night when i turned to her, called her and said can you help me, she sounded sleepy and so, me being me, i went home and tried to do it myself.

i tried to do it by piecing together the snippets of information she had given me…sterilize a needle with heat or something and dig that sucker out…the bottom of the foot doesn’t hurt…tweezers?

i tried to do it by holding my foot in one hand and the needle in the other and rolling around for a good angle, jabbing at the most hurtingest part, and then looking at the growing mess in the mirror. i tried to do it self-medicated. i tried to do it past the pain and obvious mess of it.

result? i have spent the last period of time with a bit of a hole in the bottom of my foot, smiling through self-inflicted pain, and i am not sure after all of that if the splinter is out, and its starting to hurt again. so. if i get gangrene and die or lose my foot i would like for y’all to pour one out not for my missing fetishizable foot, but sofia n. santana and her guilt!

IN OTHER NEWS:

i went to see the great joshuagabriel last night. he is an artist who i have watched be up and coming for years, and his music is getting angrier and more political as his voice improves. it was exciting. i used to be his sidekick, so it was funny to be there watching the cycle of the artist and the circle of the artist; but it was cool. made me think, as many things do, of gwen stefani and knowing when you cool with someone.

this is the age of watching people you met in one iteration get all deep into another. the unexpected, the new loves, the family drama, the baby mama, the next phase…say a prayer for the ones you love to make it safe the CHANGE cause change is god’s kiss.

and a beloved told me today that i should go to law school. grrr. school.

i almost had an awesome post on the france riots today from a guest writer but alas, she wasn’t pleased with the quality…soon and soon! paris is burning.

here’s something to do this weekend: