dasha

darn set still unqueued...and on a lighter note i found bars of soap and old razors from some long ago time perhaps when free love still rained and copious amounts of drugs were readily available at all street corners. each week i get closer to the wall from the underbelly of our large claw footed tub. i cannot seem to bring myself to get it all done in one shot. if i did what would i do next time...alas the joys of cleaning new apartments.

question: would anyone feel the desire to donate a bass to moi? i would love a guitar but it takes more time to get good at it and i would want to be amazing like the dude from AC/DC. don't get me wrong the bass is not that easy i am sure but i have small childlike hands and that spells DANGER!

i am not much of a coffee drinker but yesterday and today i found enjoyment in it. additionally, it seems to keep me regular with; morning, afternoon, and evening constitutionals...

we have been giving Alex (one of the bunnies) medication and i found it smelt of hospital bed pans...no wonder he licks his ass with overzealousness right after.