Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Run for cover, in the temple of love.

HOLY SHIT, holy shit, holy shit...

DO NOT blog after taking four Ambien and drinking lots of booze.

Holy shit.  Holy shit.  Holy shit.

I think it's seriously time to call my sponsor. 

Monday, January 5, 2009

Tread Softly

We found Keats and Joyce and Lynott and eachother.

It was wonderful.  The motherland is absolutely heart warming.

More to say soon, for now I've got some back-in-town errands to run and I'm coughing up what looks like soot.

Hope all is well.