rottenart

so, i'm sure you're wondering what sort of awesome i got up to for the st. patty's day celebration. it had nothing to do with the colour green, cheap beer, or any mixture of the two. in fact, i spent my evening in tulsa, having my ears gently massaged by the soothing rock and roll sounds of one Mr. Elvis Costello. he says to say hi.

the self-imposed restrictions on alcohol and cigarettes are coming along nicely. i have limited my nicotine intake to five or less sticks an evening and i didn't have a beer until last night at the show. it's not like i'm becoming straight-edge or anything, my liver and lungs just need a vacation. i like being able to take deep breaths!

also, Chelsea, what happened? it's not like i wasn't going to pay you for the repairs! anyway, give me a ringy-dingy. those seams are only getting worse!