Rush Rush Rush
The zero hour. Party over, out of time. Tomorrow begins… oh wait.. today, whenever I wake up, begins the fishtank reunion I’ve been planning for about a year. Hot dam, a whole years worth of planning.. for that amount of time I should have Giraffes walking around in bowties, at the very least.
My phone has been ringing off the hook, as the old amsterdam schoolmates return to the fair city. Which means I’m left with little time to say or read profound things, but I can definitely point you in the right direction:
My brother BigDaddyJ is back, and telling the internets about my nephew, king A-Ren.
The Accordian Guy was on CTV… the caption under his head read “internet user” — brilliant.
xTx is, as you read this, about to receive a amsterdammed gift in her post/mailbox. wait, does that sound dirty?