so in addition to milk and onions, alcohol can make me fart too. everyone, a collective ahhh!!!! please. :)

yesterday morning till noon was a bit surreal ya know. course, three fucking forty-five in the morning and hitching a ride to lax via the services of a marley-hopping jamaican does tend to tip one's reality scale a bit. thank god for the early hours though ...aa terminal was blissfully empty and the unreal mindset of mine was able to give proper appreciation for the bag checks and, lest we forget, my boobs and ass being padded down by a massive security check woman since i beeped on the way through the metal detectors. and in the end, it was jus' mah hundred n twen'y dollar shoes that didn't pass the test har. :)P

then, oh, then there was last night. my legs and arms and torso are sore beyond belief right now. and would i do all of last night once again with feeling? fuck yieah darling(s!!). :) from hot german-chinese wussies to beer-infested jackets to baby got back to even people's asses constantly butting(ha!) into the middle of my spine because the rest of the world is just fucking tall. fun had by all. mike's a fun drunk (but we knew that already), stupid arses proliferate no matter where ye are in the states, and julie's just fun fun fun.

i think the only thing missing from all this craziness is Warm Weather. fuck but i'm cold. i can't deal with that. stupid philly fog shiz.

and, in the corner of my brain, i'll deal with the urge to wander stupidly round chi-cah-go later. currently ensconed in big ass quilted jacket and feeling the ability to feel numbness. i will die tonight during the ceremony.

and no fuck you i will not leave you my stereo.

:)