Tonight is going to go off like a antique champagne bottle rocket to hell, except that we'll all wake up in heaven, thoroughly warmer, located south of here in an alternate dimension of cool fun. The future is good. The future is great. I trust the future. Be at Pennie Taylor's before midnight, and wear something fantastic, something befitting a new decade, be prepared to enter the time of artistic poverty and danger- a thrill ride race to define this awfully bright new era. Whoever is first to think up the best catchy label wins $25,000.00, paid in entirety by the internet, which come to think of the last ten years, owes us all some restitution, I would think.
Last night's delicious supper washed down with a sparkly vinho verde:
In other news, my long lost biggest crush has a NEW BLOG. And you know he's a GENIUS because he always knows about the choicest shit at least 6 months before you can even detect a shadow of its relevance, so I would have a visit or several:
