the textual siege.

the stories of my life always seem to start with...waiting for my hair to dry.

ok i'll try my darndest to be more creative when the next millenia lolls about and i decide to blog again.

8 depressing hours to work and i'm feeling green and pukey from drinking all sorts of nonsense in the duration of my virgin visit to butterfactory. unexpected nights are good. i didn't bargain for things like this but it helps to chuck MOST of your inhibitions into the river and just be spontaneous. otherwise i'd have been home at a goody two shoes hour of 11 and lurking online.

twas a fun night, thank you slayer and coterie. hope i wasn't intruding on anything.