Holy cow, my friends. This blog is becoming a bit of a sporadic joke, isn't it? Posting once a week is totally not my blog vision. Either I've got to chin up and do a sentence a day, or just call the whole thing off.
There's a lot of random stuff happening round here in Rona Land. For example: I've had the same head cold for approximately six years now. I can't remember Life Before Kleenex. I can't remember when I ever stayed up past ten o'clock. I can't remember tasting food that's not coated in rooster sauce. Life is now a strange and fuzzy thing.
I took some photos of Heather last weekend, just for some fun portrait play. Don't tell her I put them up here since she hasn't seen any of them yet. Plus she'd kill me for pimping her out. Again.
Isn't she gorgeous? I pick beautiful models because they make me look good.
I'm going to get ready for bed now. It's almost nine thirty, and my narcolepsy/pizza coma is about to kick in. More pictures coming tomorrow of last weekend's Monster Truck Jam! And I've also got an update on the super awesome awesomeness of Leslie's latest show.