datura

Yo bitches and kittens. I just rolled back into town and saw my set went up while I was Audi 5000 out in the ol' Southwest, I'll Be Quirky, Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Thanks for all the comments. I dig how everyone is super cool and actually gives a shit about the graphic work.

Noka and I thank you for it. We traded off shots, but he did all the graphic work, maestro that he is.

So yeah, don't forget to donate to someone, anyone, for Hurricane Katrina...I want to fly down and help, but my school starts in a couple days, and it's either school, or volunteering. Honest, I was half tempted to leave for the quarter to help, but I didn't, and yet part of me still wants to...

Today's weather brings a slightly cheerful mood mixed with a tinge of bitterness and rejection.
A complete rip off of Chuck's style from DIARY.
Shout out to Dabu for lending me the book.

The fella, the boi, mon hombre, forgot to get my waiting keester from the airport today. Well, he got the time wrong, and I was all WAH WAH WAH and a meanie about it 'cuz I got all excited to see the human, but then after a nap and some rest on my part, he was cool and fed me at this nooky Indian Restaurant.

You know when you want to be the cool cat, always in control, but you lose it anyway? What's better, to always have it togetha', or to fucking give in to your humanity and just let it fly? I have no idea. Been on both sides of the fence, but seem to have slipped out of the chill role and spiraled into some funky abyss.

Blah blah blah...this that and the other.
Sure that is enough for your eyeballs to drink in, and go, "Oh, yes, my life is now complete thanks to Datura's journal."

Yes sir-ee bob.

L8.