01.30.02 :: 8:56 pm
Anyhow. I have a belly goddamned full of sushi that My Boy made with his own two crafty skilled little mitts and now, the Mystery Science Theater 3000 calls to me. Over the railing, down 18 feet below, in the living room, the teevee sings my siren song.
And, I would like to mention, for no one in particular, that I am loving my skin these days. Where does this glowstuff come from?
You tell me.