monsvalentine

living on the road my friend, is gonna keep you free and clean. now you wear your skin like iron. your breath as hard as kerosene. you weren't your mama's only boy. but her favorite one it seems. she began to cry when you said goodbye. and sank into your dreams.

crissy's surprise party was a hit. i had everyone line the halls as we exited the elevator. about fifty people. it was great. but of course, my brother doubled the tequila and triple sec in the margarita machine. everyone was in turn, bombed.

oh, and my younger cousin, lindsay, got engaged earlier in the day. so we had a lot to celebrate that night.

i loved seeing a-rod take a fisted glove to the face this weekend. listen, you ass, all you had to do was walk to first base instead of yapping like a little yorkie on steroids. no one throws at a .275 hitter, jackie.

i'm down in starbucks this morning, working on a new busniness plan. they are rawking some willie. nice.

have a good tuesday.

live fat. be skinny.