Frances Prickler.


December 1, 2018 by sandwichcontrol

The party time trickler.

I’d like to begin this morning by wishing a very Happy Birthday to Nicky the Cook. Be sure to wish that handsome devil one as well.

Holy shit.

Yesterday was busy.

I wore myself out.

Luckily it got super dark and thunderstormy around 5pm so I just went to bed…

Friday, November 30

Only kidding.

I just wanted to go to bed.

I’m sure eating 7 slices of cheese stuffed crust sausage pizza didn’t help either.

So I pretended to go to bed long enough to take a photo of myself pretending to sleep and then I got back to work.

Granted, a workout, a day’s worth of work, a lot of pizza, and a thunderstorm didn’t make for a very productive frame of mind.

Mostly I worked on planning photoshoots for next year.

And wishing I had saved room for pie.

Today is Saturday.

I’m going to be working around Lippincottonia mostly. I think Gabb the Blabb has got a sportball game at some point.

Tomorrow is the first Sunday of December. You know what that means…

It’s Grunge Day!

Get your Meat Puppets ready.

All right. I’m going to go drink coffee and pray to the Goddess that I can shit at some point today after eating five pounds of mozzarella yesterday.

See ya’ on Monday.

More soon. ~SC


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