Folks, it's been way too long between vodka milkshakes. I heard a search party happened; then there was a funeral. The body was never found so they cremated a blow up doll from Club X. Imagine the smell of burning plastic and hot air. Well that is the smell I have been experiencing of late, having had my head up my arse. And I can tell you it's dead in there. Dead in the arse.
The Artswipe is taking a holiday from blogging for now. I'll be back when the air has cleared, I promise.
Love you all. Especially you.
xxx
1 comment:
I thought I was the only one who could do that
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