Dear glod,
Tom has sexy bed-head. What is it with me and buff punk-rock geeks...?
I'm just getting in from A's b-day party. 3:43AM, right now apparently. I've got a take-home bowl of apple crisp, and an old Patrick Walsh CD on the player after a brilliant night around the fire with guitar songs and cheep red wine.
Life is beautiful.
I smell like a campfire. :)