Here I am, up late at night writing, singing my heart out (Twilight Singers, 'cause Greg Dulli is a hard hard habit that I don't wanna break), and Ginger Puppy, who we clearly identified as Jesus in the last entry, has run into her crate to hide. WHAT'S UP WITH THAT, JESUS!
I'm not that awful. I promise. Seriously. Don't make me bring out the guitar. I just got the B string replaced.
Ha ha ha.
1 comment:
Ooh, Twilight Singers. Good taste. :-)
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