mk700c

It's 3am and I'm not asleep.

This metabolism of mine can fuck right off.

Also of note, my lovely town has been overrun by a few hundred thousand tourists seeking overpriced glass sculptures,Ecuadorian knick-knacks and the odd Velvet Elvis.

The awexsome seafood joint where I often enjoy lunch is nestled somewhere behind this jumble of "art."


and somehow I"m supposed to get to my office, through this.


All I really want is a card that says "I live here, give me the regular price on that sandwich," ... and maybe a club with a nail in it.