A Head Full Of Sick

Tonight I came to the end - to at least the end of the worst part of what should end soon. Is that clear enough for you? Me neither.

For the last 5 to 6 days I have been skimming pools of phlegm in a magic cough syrup-powered rocket boat. My first mate has been Lady Honeytea, but her charms are not enough. Additional help from the ibuprofen armada and kleenex patrol have been required. Our journey has been a rough one, but is now nearing its end.

May those who pass this way after us be strong. Strong as a Russian female weight-lifter. Strong as a week-long unwashed armpit. Or - even, God forbid - strong as the effort required to refrain from puking at the stench of a week-long unwashed armpit from a Russian female weightlifter.

(Special thanks to my friend clang for the malodorous metaphors.)
www.clangster.com

6 Weeks of Bullshit

Haven't posted in about 6 weeks. Been working my ass off and barely keeping up with the bills....yeah, what's new?

What's new you ask? Paul Westerberg is a drunken asshole. One of my favorite songwriters ever has relapsed and decided to drag down his band/audience,etc...along with him. Fuck him. I want my $36.00 ticket refunded. And I want Paul admitted to re-hab with Ticketmaster footing the bill. Fuck them too.

Love and sunshine everybody......