hansel

It looks like I made it to the weekend with my wits in place. This weekend has a lot of promise, too much promise actually. I'm in promise overload.

Damn. I need to eat again already. Didn't I just do this a couple hours ago? I wish I was an anatomically correct wooden boy (insert innuendo here as desired). Can anatomically correct wooden boys still drink pabst and vodka? I think they can, and if not, they should be. Lets get on changing the rules to my favor right away.