Pants tighter than plastic

We got a red light
Pornographic dance fight
Systematic, honey
But we go no money

Our hair is perfect
While were all getting shit wrecked
It's automatic, honey
But we got no money

Daddy I'm so sorry, I'm so s-s-sorry yeah
We just like to party, like to p-p-party yeah

Greetings from Vientiane

"diaries are no longer private. And everyone loves reading diaries; from handwritten ones to weblogs. So, why not make a blog?"

This had been a hectic few weeks. Sincere apologies for the slowdown on this blog as a result.

xoxo,

F