Wednesday, September 28, 2005
hottt. Not Paris Hilton Hot.
My A/C broke. It was 108 degrees in Austin yesterday. I feel like a buttah basted bastard. Besides that, I have nothing to say. The heat hath ripped my tongue out with its slithering tenctacles of steaminess.
Here is a pic of one of my new paintings. It is called "Heyra Hankshaw, Tommy Faye Buffalo and the Cowering Cowboy Castrati." It is twelve feet. I wish I had twelve air conditioning units.
I don't even care if that's stupid. You're stupid.