updates once again.

I got the dreadfalls made, might put up pics if i decided to NOT be lazy.

Still no artistic inspiration.

Still a mess.

Been drinking nonstop (albeit, lightly, or I would be typing like a right slishoed omotherfucker) for the past 4 days so I'm feeling pretty dandy.

I'm not looking forward to May 5th. I believe I may stay home.

This time last year I was happier than a pig in shit.

Needless to say, this year's somewhat less satisfactory.

With the exception of the trip to Paris which was actually quite enjoyable. Homecoming, not so much.

Fucking Rome. Fucking Alitalia. Fucking people who cussed me out. (In 7 different languages on the gate metro, might I add!)

Got my greedy little paws on 3 Alice Cooper albums in the Rome airport, foudn all 3 of Mr. BUngle's main albums in a Paris mall,
as well as albums by The Cure, David Bowie and Dio.
I must say that was satisfactory.

Many great night over on the trip. Got to go bar hopping with a few people while in Hammamet, and swam in the Mediterranean sea.
Cracked my head on concrete after falling off a beach bike, carved my name into a cactus leaf, and I saw the fuckign Vatican, and the Eiffel Tower.

Spent Easter SUnday in the Sahara desert, rode camels the next day.
My camel kept kicking and spitting. It was quite hilarious. I had bruises.

And I want to go back as soon as possible, bease home is where the heart is that's a bit of a dilemma.
My heart's sitting in a corner of a room that isn't mine. A room I haven't seen since I saw through a different set of eyes,
before I butchered my looks with hydrogen cyanide and avant-garde hair dyes.

I'm still holding on to my 0.1%