It's 6:30 am, and here I sit cross-legged on the floor listening to my Belle & Sebastien CDs. Shoot, I have a day off, and instead of sleeping in and catching up on the rest I missed the last couple of days, I'm trying to pinpoint the exact moment twee music died. I think it was when Isobel Campbell left B & S.
Yup, folks, that is the kind of issue that weighs heavily on my mind in those early periods of the day when the ring of the sun has barely touched the horizon. That, and how I can see to it that Colin Farrell is devoured by fire ants.
BTW, I'm celebrating my love for you with a pint of beer and a new tattoo. Yup, you heard me.
BTW, did you notice that, except for 2 people, everyone on my friends list is a girl?
BTW, according to the American government, I was born in 1927. Damn bureaucracy.
Yup, folks, that is the kind of issue that weighs heavily on my mind in those early periods of the day when the ring of the sun has barely touched the horizon. That, and how I can see to it that Colin Farrell is devoured by fire ants.
BTW, I'm celebrating my love for you with a pint of beer and a new tattoo. Yup, you heard me.
BTW, did you notice that, except for 2 people, everyone on my friends list is a girl?
BTW, according to the American government, I was born in 1927. Damn bureaucracy.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
p.s. i sent you an email