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.
• *poof*
• 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?
• *poof*
• 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?
• *poof*
• *poof*
  
• 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!
  
• *poof*
• 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