I am sad to see April pass. Not that I have a boner for the month, but rather the painting of Betty Page I have on the April page of my Olivia DeBerardinis calendar. If you have seen this one of Betty Page looking as beautiful as ever in a skin tight jester outfit with stillettos looking saucy and sweet, then you're probebly just as sad as I. 
Oh well. As they say,"Nothing lasts forever".
I have a vending machine full of beer in my kitchen, Smashing Pumkins on my stereo, a fast ass boat in my driveway, and a membership to the coolest website on the planet. I still need to work on the whole relationship thingy, but all in all I'd have to say it's a pretty good way to start the month of May.
I feel something terrifying stirring in the depths of my soul. A deep conflict between my good intentions and morale self, with the animalistic nightmare that brews in the dark corners of my mind. Like that venemous entity hiding in the cracks of a stone pile in the middle of a picturesque meadow of an English garden. One can't quite define it, but knows that deadly things in the vicinity are making hairs stand on end. How I can reign in my curiosity, and keep it from opening that box, is quite beyond me.
I thought I might apply for a position as an Angel of Death, but I don't know if God is recruiting at this time. I've often wondered if not reading the Bible has somehow kept me from realizing a duty to the good in this world. Imagine, if you will, a flaming sword wielded by a half Mexican-half Irish-Scots bespectacled dude in blue jeans and a black t-shirt....
.......yeah, that'd be pretty rediculous. I think I'll just leave that to the Pros and get another beer.
Listen to some Smashing Pumkins while enjoying a Dante's Inferno: A martini inspired cocktail made with 4 parts Vodka (100 proof preferrably) 1 part Aftershock cinammon liquor shaken with ice. Serve it straight up in a martini stem with a cinammon gummy bear on a Fire Stix toothpick. Makes a great kissing drink.
Via con Cervesas y Mariscos.
Adios!
Sammich
Oh well. As they say,"Nothing lasts forever".
I have a vending machine full of beer in my kitchen, Smashing Pumkins on my stereo, a fast ass boat in my driveway, and a membership to the coolest website on the planet. I still need to work on the whole relationship thingy, but all in all I'd have to say it's a pretty good way to start the month of May.
I feel something terrifying stirring in the depths of my soul. A deep conflict between my good intentions and morale self, with the animalistic nightmare that brews in the dark corners of my mind. Like that venemous entity hiding in the cracks of a stone pile in the middle of a picturesque meadow of an English garden. One can't quite define it, but knows that deadly things in the vicinity are making hairs stand on end. How I can reign in my curiosity, and keep it from opening that box, is quite beyond me.
I thought I might apply for a position as an Angel of Death, but I don't know if God is recruiting at this time. I've often wondered if not reading the Bible has somehow kept me from realizing a duty to the good in this world. Imagine, if you will, a flaming sword wielded by a half Mexican-half Irish-Scots bespectacled dude in blue jeans and a black t-shirt....
.......yeah, that'd be pretty rediculous. I think I'll just leave that to the Pros and get another beer.
Listen to some Smashing Pumkins while enjoying a Dante's Inferno: A martini inspired cocktail made with 4 parts Vodka (100 proof preferrably) 1 part Aftershock cinammon liquor shaken with ice. Serve it straight up in a martini stem with a cinammon gummy bear on a Fire Stix toothpick. Makes a great kissing drink.
Via con Cervesas y Mariscos.
Adios!
Sammich