It's been four days since my last confession.
I got "the call" mid thought during my last update/rant. The bad news is that I will never be able to finish it. I was going somewhere with it, I just don't remember where. The good news is that nobody reads this, except for me, so it doesn't matter.
My one epiphany since my last update is that the broadway play, "Cats", which claims to be about cats, is in all actuality about 10,000 David Bowie clones.
Most of the Johns that I know are cool.
Most of the Mikes that I know are not.
Dirt saturates me from my epidermis, to my very soul, the shower beckons me.
My one epiphany since my last update is that the broadway play, "Cats", which claims to be about cats, is in all actuality about 10,000 David Bowie clones.
Most of the Johns that I know are cool.
Most of the Mikes that I know are not.
Dirt saturates me from my epidermis, to my very soul, the shower beckons me.