I’m sick with a cold. That’s not fun.
I went to High Tea at the Empress with my auntie and my sister yesterday. That was fun.
I’m making a breakfast hash for breakfast, er, lunch. Ran outta hashbrowns though, so I’m using chopped-up french fries. We’ll see how that works.
Kettle’s boiling, gotta go!
Worst blog entry ever. Sorry about this.
Awww… poor Ryan. Be better soon.
Here – a po-em for to you read in the mean time as you
wait for your germ ridden body to free itself from the invasion.
Music Nights
Beer – you are wonderful,
Tasty, bubbly, cool.
Beer – you make my evening sparkle
and my mirror look good at times.
Beer – you are cheap
like some people i know.
Beer – you make me happy.
Vodka – you make me happy too
but you are not tasty.
Vodka – a Russian cruel joke,
one that you cannot forget… or remember later.
Vodka – Ak Dov to you too.
Music nights: 5 sense stimuli.
5 senses numbify.
How i live for those sweet music nights.