It was pretty fucking good. (As in “That’s a pretty fucking good milkshake.“)
Thanks to Major G, the Rainbow Serpent undercover vibe police, and most especially a man named Thad.
More will be said once I have fully regained the power of speech, and also my computer. Which I still don’t have. Still.
So don’t even care right now!
Welcome back, toots!
Roads? Where we’re going, we don’t need roads!
you cannot still be sans ordinateur?
c’est terrible!
Oui!! C’est incroyable.
You know what else? It would seem that all my passwords (blog, facebook, two primary gmail accounts) have mysteriously stopped working.
I can’t sort this out without access to email accounts I can’t access without my puter.
Mon dieu.
Li – quite.