I am not addicted to grrrande Americanos, I am not addicted to grrrande Americanos, I am not addicted to grrrande Americanos, I am not addicted to grrrande Americanos...
she muttered earnestly, self-delusionally.
This just in, from Lead Boy Colleague, in regards to the Televised Boob Incident during that gladiator orgy yesterday that I had the pleasure of ignoring as I was engaged in documenting Japanese Noh theatre at Middling City U instead. But crapskis, (or rather, fartskis) that meant missing some arse-flamin' chile, as goes the American tradition of pack football viewing, or so my memory recalls.
Off to legalistic reading, for art school.
Litigational Love.