I will not post an epic entry.

I will not post an epic entry.

Pay no attention to that epic post behind the curtain.

This weekend was an adventure AND HOW. I will write more tomorrow because since I haven’t been online in some time I started checking my stats the moment I got online a few minutes ago and it seems someone found my site whilst looking for what kind of guitars Chad & Jeremy play(ed) which made me excited like a shiny penny would and I got to thinking about that and realized, it being the eighth to the bar in sleep time, I ought not (… “to let you just walk on me” –Bill Withers. Oh Jeez, the song references keep hopping on and strangling my intentions to write about adventures) write on this high at this time of night. There’s sleeping/loving to be done. No sense to be made in my small world here.

Tomorrow (?) I will write about mad piercings (ow… it’s a touch sensitive now), two and a half-hour hot tattoos on best friends, and friends we’ve met and were surprised we didn’t already know for years over the last two days. Somebody’s just as funny and nice as we thought he’d be. Sorry, naysayers, looks like I’ll have to kick you in the balls/lack thereof if you talk any more smack about a guy who speaks his mind. Seems Jon’s a doll. Sorry!

I am in love with life. And I miss my boyfriend who is asleep, I’m sure, so I must go… shall I wake him up with something good? I’ll see. He went to see/was freaked out by Red Dragon tonight so maybe I should just let him sleep? Hard call.

We’ll see.