That's what I said to my ex-girlfriend when she threatened to take away my 8x10's of Jon that are taped to the inside of my suitcase. YOU DO NOT mess with the 8x10's of Gar-boy. Good thing she didn't see the voodoo doll I keep under my bed (I wish it could be 6'6"...sigh), or else she would have fuckin' flipped.
And today's an off day! Whee! I think a few of the relievers are in the next room having an absinthe party. Good for them. Some of them went out shopping, I saw Rowand come back with a couple of large bags from Vickie's. I think his cup size MUST be a 38A. Too bad I didn't get to see Jon. He's probably sipping on martinis with his snooty-ass California posse, while I sit here jerk....ing out of a deep sleep.
Yeah. I was taking a nap a little while ago. That's what I was doing
After my nap, I counted the various scars on my legs and arms (I'm up to 73 now). I also drew on my baseball card collection! This one is my favorite:
Hee. Gotta love those glasses.