So, Who's to say Otherwise?

[liyon]

Hmm... been a spot of time since I have pounced through these pages, and today is warm like butter frying in a skillet so why the hell not? (Actually, I think I am more like a heat weenie, which is not as good as a well-heated weenie. I have to get used to living down here in the S. and B., where the breezes blow warm off the ocean and the clouds are usually just a weak suggestion flicked passed the sun. But I'll grow into being a warm-weather Liyon, I suppose.... that or I will shave myself bald like a kiwi and walk around basted up in sun tanning lotion. I'll wear a big leather hat on my dome (beaded with heat-sweat, just like a sun-kissed fruit commercial!) and say "Oy! Hottabit, ain't it? Loosey goosey! Fire it up!" and always have a bad cold Mexican Tequiza on hand, just in case someone throws a really bitchin' party. Which they WILL, just about hourly, because hey: I.V.!!! PARTYY!!!
Ha ha! Weeeee... Blogging is weird. Kind of like talking to yourself. Wait, exactly like talking to yourself. Christ, I got to go do something more useful.