Holy Snapping Duck Do! I just got a bajillion whiny emails saying I
have not updated this since long before Shakespeare wast a boy... You
would not believe how good I look after all the plastic surgery.
Jealous much? Don't be, it was very painful..
I am recuperating
with setting fire to people wearing Crocs, selling my soul to Google,
just generally being a biatch to anyone unfortunate to cross my path,
my day seems to be packed from my partner kicking me out of bed to I
run out of alcohol. I am beyond drunk most of the time. It will be fun
fun fun till they take my TBird away.
I swear on the bones of my
ancestors I will make more of an effort to blog more often until the
nice men in the white coats come back. Well, I'll try. Assuming I don't
get distracted by counting my chest hairs..
