Your Girlfriend’s a Dirty Whore
dec 31 2003 — i’m somewhere around calidonia when sun-stroke begins to take hold. it’s so hot my hair wants to combust, and i swear, the only thing that keeps it from burning is the sweat drooling down my temples. stupidly, i press on.
investigation stalled
an investigation into over $200 in missing food and booze has been hampered by uncooperative witnesses, and a persistent throbbing in the frontal lobes. ten-ish new year’s day, i emerge from the bedroom fortress. shakira’s on the player singing ” me duele tanto.” i know just how she feels. a group of natives are seated [...]
