I have arbitrarily decided that 5:20, being both a month and an hour after 4:20, shall be
International Have Sex Till We Puke Day.
International Have Sex Till We Puke Day.
So, um, Travis...GET YOUR BUTT UP HERE, BUCKO.
It makes sense--at 4:20 we light up, giggle, get totally fucking stoned, and then after an hour rolls around we sort of kind of get around to the sex part, but because we're stoned we do it really slowly and clumsily and sort of throw up afterwards.
So. This HollyDay is OFFICIAL, because the QUEEN HAS SPOKETH.
In other news....
I'm completely and totally behind in my articles for Immanence. So I should get cracking.
I'm kinda over the internet war mentioned before.
I have decided to start a new blog. In fact, I just did: http://keukenheks.blogdrive.com. A cooking blog. No content as of yet, but it's forthcoming. I figure--I love to cook. I love to bake. I love to experiment in the kitchen. I call myself a Kitchen Witch. WHY NOT have a blog about it?
Because I want to have a life?
Anyway.
I'm sure I have a lot more to say, but it's probably all narcissistic and boring, so I'll leave off here. I have work to do at any rate, so I should stop dawdling.
Love you, my bitches
Jagged
