supercrisis

I'm so excited because I may be going dancing tomorrow with Ogden's greatest living poet and the sexiest boy in the city, nay the province! Cool your jets, it's not a setup for a gay porn film, although I suppose it could be. There will be great music and lots of manic movement.

If someone didn't have to proof a newspaper then we could definitely be upping the hotness of our party to dangerous, dangerous levels.

I was going to take a snappy picture of a suggestive shirt, but somehow the mood just isn't right tonight. It's time to go hang up my underwears so they can line dry, because they are dear to me.

And yes, this post is purposefully goofball. Jus like me.