ShagmoorLounge

October 28, 2005

I am a sleeping volcano. But I'm waking up.

I was on a plane all fucking morning and now I'm up here in San Francisco. I have met Brigid, one of "The Crew". What a fucking bitch. She does look like Anna Nicole Smith. Sucks to be her. And that mouth. I loved it.

My wife is pissed at me because Halloween is one of her favorites and I ditched her. She's going to all the parties with The Yugo. She wouldn't tell me this herself. I had to use my incredible powers of detective sleuthing. Just kidding. Miss Dolittle told me. I would probably never have figured it out. She's just gonna have to be mad. I can't ditch a client. I can't rearrange shit at the last minute. If she had told me why she was pissed maybe I could have done something about it, but what the fuck? I can't just bring her a present and expect her to swallow it. If she's pissed, she's pissed. She has every right to be, but I don't know what the hell to do about it.

I'm supposed to go to a party with these Crew people tomorrow night.

The Shadow knows 8:31 PM
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