Face Of New Orleans

I have had a rather uneventful day, but this evening proved to be rather enlightening.  Managed to craft some homemade organic kastleburgers…and they were DAMN good.  Minus the bread being off due to us using hot dog buns cut in thirds, they were the best I’ve ever had.  My head is working faster than my body can put into motion, so the rest of this description might be a bit….off.

I am going to make my best endeavor to stop stopping myself from learning.  I am quite good at most things and I can be great at a good deal more as long as I can outrun my shadow and quit hesitating.  I’m not sure where to go with the rest of this, but lock the second-guessing bastard of a child in the back of your head in a cell with no food…s/he/it deserves no less.

Meade

Having been reading Starfish, I’m not exactly sure that I’m feeling anything.  Its mildly comforting actually.  I have this wash of cerebrum flowing past my normal emotions that quells them as though it licked its fingers and snuffed out a candle during winter.  It has the faint sensation of being lost, but not knowing what the word lost means, so its irrelevant.  Filter makes for a good listen whilst reading this as well, because it makes everything move like amphetamines on pause…its quite yummy.

Well holy crap. They did it. Yes, that’s right. Go on over to www.legallyblondethemusical.com and see for yourself. This is gonna be awesome.

Hey dere chirren, I’ve actually gone and done it. Yep, I actually have some pictures of me and mine on the gallery. Go and look and whatnot…….and have a fudgesicle.

I have discovered a wonderful sipping drink by the name of Italian Valium. I make it with an ounce of amaretto and a half ounce of Hendrick’s gin. If you plan on trying this, please use Hendrick’s, because the sweet aroma really matches perfectly with the amaretto.

As I lay here drifting, whisked away by the calm waves of Robert Miles’ “Children,” I can’t help but reminisce.  A time when Hendrix was without the threat of a football team, when parties occurred whenever and wherever the hell they pleased, and when Chinatown and Theatre were God………ah…better times.  Although, not all is lost, through myspace, which I still somewhat detest, I am able to recall the most trivial of details about how things should continue to be.  I am not sure the reason for posting this, but I have had a few Singapore Slings and I’m currently working on a delicious B&B (benedictine and brandy, not bed and breakfast), so that may attribute to some of this.  Goodnight all.  And have some fun.