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Monday, August 21, 2006


Hide The Hanky
or
Road Trip II: The Lost Deposit


I know, I know. Excuses run thin when I don't update. But my jet-set life is just too damned busy to find time to placate my gentle readers. So don't look at me like your momma don't feed you. Neh.

Here. Watch this video. It sure as hell cheered me up.

But seriously. Central Texas has got to be one of the most inhospitable places in North America. This time of year, I can feel the radiation from the sun pan-frying my carefully preserved pallor to a bloody char. So I stay indoors. Away from the dust and the light and the wood ants. And cacti. Everyone's lawn has turned a fine shade of butter yellow. I sometimes fantasize about what a crate of carefully placed fireworks would do to the neighborhood.

Those of you up Saint Louis way should be prepared for my visit at the end of the month. Zack should be a free man by then, so we're in for a wee vacation. What better place than my old scampering ground? That, and I'm gonna try to get my deposit back on my vacant appartment. Stupid sublet. Anyhow, there'd better be some good parties. Someone with initiative should throw me an underwear party.

I like my chardonnay chilled to exactly 45 degrees F, and my quiche low-fat, no salt added. You're too kind.


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