Las Vegas...

I'm in the process of clearing my old blog and moving anything of mild interest all into this one space.

January 27th, 2008.

... you do something to me, something deep inside, like making me unable to have any kind of normal bowel movement for days and days after we meet. A head cold, peeling skin and a loss of my voice. It's like, as those who know me would agree, i am such a pure being, i am actually allergic to you and all the sin you put me through.

I was in a public restroom the other day and someone wrote on the wall "i miss solid shits". If i had had a sharpie i would have written in response "i just miss shits". I am not sure what it is that has interfered with my digestive system (But I have an idea - those 20,000 bottles of Corona? Approximately 19.5 Eggs Benedict's consumed at the all you can eat buffet in about 2 hours? 5 bottles of Jim Beam? 5 plates of biscuits and "gravy" aka day old chowder, consumed around 5am? 6 plates of corned beef hash? Endless crab legs and dessert buffet... yes, this could go on for quite some time) but something is just plain old fucked up.

Today i am on a "peach tea detox", which entails me drinking 3 big mugs of this spicy weird watery stuff (tea), totally not peachy at all. It is the kick off to a 2 week plan. This tea's apparently pretty aggressive and somewhat comparable to a colonic irrigation without the anal intrusion, can't wait!!

Peace out.