Let's party!

In my headspace, I created my next vlog yesterday. It was great. But then I remembered Mark Rivers's words of wisdom after last weekend's vlog: "Nicely done. You should do more of that...selectively, of course. Don't go floodin' the market with adorable ding-dongery hilarity. Supply and damage, Clover! It's the foundation of economics!"

And so, in my ongoing losing battle against laziness, and my acceptance that I will do whatever Mark Rivers says, the vlog did not get did. Which is a shame because it was a Farewell to Black History Month vlog, and I know it might be hard for all of you to process Black History Month without Clover weighing in. No adorable ding-dongery today. Sorry.

And alas it probably won't get done now. Because it's kind of weak to do a Black History Month vlog after the month is over and if nothing else, as you can tell, I aspire to be RELEVANT and TOPICAL around here.

So this afternoon I swung by Ex's to pick some mail up and on his doorstep a little package from Etsy had been delivered. Yes, today I learned Ex is a passionate Etsy shopper. (Hi, Jonah. Sorry about that whole gay vlog thing. It was meant for Brett.)

Anyway, he opened the package and informed me that the best part of ordering from Etsy (really?) is that they send you a personalized card, a fact which he is especially excited about. And today's card was not only the Best Card Ever, but it was also wonderfully blank inside. Fresh card! Upon sight of it, I burst into a weird, embarrassing dance spasm and told him I must have it. I could not continue my life without the Four Horse Party Gangbang:



And, individuals. I LOVE bizarre, design-y, letterpress cards. I used to have a full-time hobby collecting these cards at overpriced boutiques around the city and sending them to people, souping up the minimal outsides with themed insides, so it became this narrative, 2D diorama- like extravaganza. Cards are my medium. (Unfortunately, my best work went to Toxic Ex and thinking about the insane sort of precision and detail and love that went into each one kind of bums me out. What a waste! And yes, I think this more about the cards than the relationship.)

Anygreeting, probably because my sad spasming slightly edged out Ex's enthusiasm, he gave the Horse Mounting Party Card to me. On the condition that when I send it I send it to him.

Well, it's mine for now, and I'm sharing it with you as my topical and relevant post for the weekend since the weekend is, like, for partying. And horses mounting each other.

And please party like it's a horse-on-horse gangbang for me tonight. This will be the second Saturday night in a row I am home writing, not because I want to, but because I was incapable of doing it at any other time. At every other point this week, I found staring at the wall to be a more compelling way to spend the day. I think of it less as procrastination and more as a part of my creative process.

UPDATE: Guess who did no writing and partied like a HORSE last night? Uh, yeah. Me. Sundays are more civilized writing days anyway.