Halloweep!
Amazing night last night. If only we didn't have to work in the morning. But then perhaps it wouldn't be as fun? Yeah, that's the stupid joke that the poor saps like to tell themselves. It really does make sense sometimes. At any rate, I am retardedly tickled that I got to see each and every one of you locals last night (+ the lovely Miss Grant). Kisses to you all, cutie pies! I missed those of you who are far away and those of you whom I can't even fathom in the flesh. There was so much love on all sides. And tonight it's still bursting my seams, I'm having invitations that I'd love to jump on, but I am so goddamned tired that I can't even make it to the one obligation that was/is pretty important to me. When I finish typing, I am seriously attacking my couch. And subsequently letting it swallow me.
But none of that is important. These ambiguous, lovely, fluff fluff posts annoy me at times and here I am composing one. Just trying to get the warm fuzzies out so that I can let myself sleep rather than convince myself to do what is Right, to go out and poison myself with love and beer. (Not to mention poisoning others with said potions.) The important thing is, when I arrived home from the evening of puppet bliss and petty decadence last night, I fried two eggs and toasted a piece of jalapeno bread and a piece of dill bread. The eggs were over easy. And I broke those yolks and smeared them all over your face, Shane. Yes I did; I ate off of your face last night, looking down at my plate with each nasty, yellow smear and talking baby talk to you in those stupid goddamned glasses. And it was sooo good.
But none of that is important. These ambiguous, lovely, fluff fluff posts annoy me at times and here I am composing one. Just trying to get the warm fuzzies out so that I can let myself sleep rather than convince myself to do what is Right, to go out and poison myself with love and beer. (Not to mention poisoning others with said potions.) The important thing is, when I arrived home from the evening of puppet bliss and petty decadence last night, I fried two eggs and toasted a piece of jalapeno bread and a piece of dill bread. The eggs were over easy. And I broke those yolks and smeared them all over your face, Shane. Yes I did; I ate off of your face last night, looking down at my plate with each nasty, yellow smear and talking baby talk to you in those stupid goddamned glasses. And it was sooo good.