Mr. Hugh Hefner
Playboy Enterprises Inc.
9242 Beverly Blvd.
Beverly Hills
or
5055 Wilshire Blvd.
Los Angeles
or
2112 Broadway
Santa Monica

Whaddup Hey Hello Dear Mr Hefner ( Read more... )

( So, who wants invites? )

( What you waitin' for? )

Friday night out on the streets of Cardiff was it's usual affair. Rain was drizzling undecidedly from an over-clouded night sky, a full moon struggling to break through as it cast an eerie light across the city. Despite the weather, masses of party-goers still streamed through the damp streets as they chattered loudly to one another, illuminated by ( Read more... )

Jack had never been adverse to verbal labels. Offensive little titles that had no other meaning than to box everyone up, brand them and organise them into socially convenient groups. He tried to avoid them, but one could never fully get away from such marks that tainted the very reputation a sole gained ( Read more... )

( Lone Dancer.. )

I don't sleep anymore. Haven't done for a while now and it's not through lack of trying. Guess there's downsides to everything in life, but we've got to at least look for the good sometimes. Not always that easy to find though.

Best thing about not sleeping? The sunrise each day. That moment when I can climb up to the top of the Millennium Centre ( Read more... )