How you know you've got a keeper...you do some drunk dialing and you're greeted with "Baby, I thought you'd call later. It's only 10.30, you're a fucking pussy".

Yes, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I am officially smitten. Dammit.

That and I think my blog is possessed.
Shit keeps appearing that I know I didn't type/think/wish. Dammit. Perhaps it's time to change locales. Hrm. Too drunk to seriously consider that now.

Gonna go finish my cup of tea and chill out to some old Bowie tunes. Aww yeah.