It's not that I want the truth, it's just that I don't want it thrust upon me

During dinner with someone who does indeed know better, or should I actually just say "more", than anyone else I have ever met (which, incidentally, doesn't mean that he is less pleased about this fact than I am for just knowing him), I was told whilst being hugged that I was indeed, his dear, fucked. And also, just to rub it in, quite by my own choosing and probably as a result of millions of years of gene reproduction and an ambiguous upbringing.

Yay. The heart is a lonely hunter, apparently. And stupid.

Tomorrow is the coldest day of winter so far for Chicago.

Guess where I am going?

Yeah right? It's gonna be so great.

You know I spent my teens terrified of being killed by a falling icicle. The perfect murder weapon or so my english teacher, crackwhore and pot, once told me.

I know of Nirvana and it is right here where I live. Downstairs is a restaurant with a bar tended by a Brazilian who refills as if pinot gris were diner coffee.

Now that my woodwork is ebony, how could I ever leave?

In other news of YuriGellereasque joy, a nice lady and her family came by mine and took away all the beautiful Waterworks tile which, as a direct result of my contractor's inability to count, had been sitting on my living room floor for maybe 4 months. And she gave me cash and promised to weep every day when she saw them. I am satisfied, finally, that they have gone to a good home.

Oh yeah, and I have this:
Built for love

Well I laughed anyway......

Well I laughed anyway......

Type (or smash depending on the day of the month) Banana Republic into google and this is the second search result:

CONSILIUM
Council of the European Union.
ue.eu.int/ - 15k - Cached - Similar pages


What? No it is funny, honest... Maybe a just a little then.

Photos of foie from wd-50.

Just as well I am off food or I would be sweltering right now.

Happy New Year!