great…storms and lightning, streets awash with dark brown streams, folks jumping across, some just saying ‘fuck it’ and wading….the drought may be over, boys and girls…or at least its looking better…the phone rang earlier but my secretary was tied up…
late for work, again
and it ain’t easy finding good help…ask ocelot. With the pending departure of keith/amber and the definite loss of J.T, there’s slots open for bartenders. i ran into corinna last night, in from somewhere but not long for antigua…nope, she’s busy elsewhere,saving someone from something, details later. Alex Bell? smiling a lot,now that the albatross of Fusion is off his shoulders…i would be, also..Sangre! rockin’ on a Sunday night! take a deep breath, as it was only a private party, with mariachi band and birthday cake(probably the owners, taking advantage of having empty space)
feelings...'hate that song
so, the lights are flickering and power surges appear to be the theme of the night..if your significant other uses an adult ‘appliance’, tonight might be a bit more…electrifying?…hey, I coulda said ‘revolting’ or something else..stay inside and keep your powder dry.
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