Showing posts with label drunken stupor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drunken stupor. Show all posts

5.09.2008

Parties on Thursdays

They don't really make much sense to me, but that didn't stop me from attending, which is probably why I feel like death and my keyboard and work desk look more and more like soft, fluffy pillows as the minutes tick by. Must.make.it.through.


And just so you have a prettier mental image than me drooling on my desk, here is the cover for Gavin Rossdale's new solo album, Wanderlust.
Man, he's a hot bitch.
Sorry honey.