Sunday, December 05, 2004
Bloodied But Unbowed
Well, more bruised than bloodied, but you know what I mean.
Most of me is black and blue. That is, apart from the bits that are green and blue. Or yellow, purple or brown.
Observez-vous, mes amis:
war wounds
*sigh*
But the move is done, everything is in the new place (and I would like to know exactly which of you bastages snuck in here and DOUBLED the amount of shit I had to move) and the bedrooms are starting to look like bedrooms.
There are no words to describe what the living room looks like. Even "ass" fails me.
I'm back, darlings. Be afraid.