You have to love those lazy Wednesdays.

I'm getting ready for the blood orgies.

I still got it.

I lost three pounds today.

I'm having a Bieber-hair day.

World of Warcraft called. It wants my soul back.

I was given an inch, and I wanted a house and a yard.



Eight thousand miles traveled: where am I now?
Eight thousand miles more: will I ever be home?

The mutton chops put up a good fight but now it's time for a new configuration.





Ugh.

I did something last night that I swore I would never do again. Two purple lips and half a dozen episodes of Jersey Shore later, I'm ready to cautiously renege on those promises to myself on a more frequent basis.



I have no idea where this will go, or what the fuck I'm actually doing.

It's just one of those days.