tripping on shoes

This weekend has been too much of a soft blur, edges erased or rubbed into putty. Frankly, it was really needed. I got nothing done, I bought too much and I've had too many bad things in my body. But, there you go. Maybe I'll come down a little this week, except for Tuesday, but then I won't be able to help myself. Ok, nothing else at all to say.

saturday night rage

Wembley-man. I just heard them say that. Funny.

OK, that's the only thought I'm putting out there tonight.

cld s__x parts

This is not what I had in mind. Anyway, who do you think will complain? The last time I heard, checked, or bothered to pay attention, no one would. Smells like the dead in here, the recetnly arisen dead. The kind that have been rotting long enough to have forgotten what it's like to be charming. They just push and push and push and all I can do is think about rounding a few of them up and throwing some of my friends to their mercy.