Random Bullets of Medusa Went Out and Had Some Drinks*
7:20 a.m. Oh my.
- "The language of love has become a foreign tongue." Sing it, baby. SING. IT.
- Really? I am really meeting the mother of The Boy (of the messy breakup of nearly a year ago) for the first time? Tonight? Why? Whhhhhhhhhy?
- These are for you, Dr. Crazy:
- Heee, me nime iz Jeeermy. Jeermy frim Deeery. Ujkdklsy ksljk ledy ksjlkedyg kdyekla dlyekdl dlkylklslsy KIEOILSUY.
- Surreptitiously. Ye like that word, doncha?
- Russell Crowe? Doogie Howser?
- Cigarettes smoked since July 17, 2005 prior to this evening: 0. Cigarettes smoked since July 17 2005, after this evening: 0. Zero! Cero! Null! Nullus!
- My feelings for Ex Turned Friend? Perhaps they run a teensy bit more deep than anyone, least of all me, suspected.
- Hippies ruin everything.
- Whiskey nice. Mmmm. . . .sleepy. Night night.
*Likely to self-destruct upon the sober light of sunrise