Lots to be said, but that will have to wait, in the meantime take a look at our living room (click Continue...)

We're testing a camera for a client, updates every 60 seconds (added the Java Applet so you don't need to refresh), shhh!

the right words are hard to come by...

you are an entity, a force, you are not easily forgotten, you are not easily swayed, blindingly brilliant - undeniably sexy, you can be harshly blunt and unforgiving, yet so loving and sympathetic. you are my dear friend, and I can scarcely believe how much more amazing you continue to become.

I love you, and the warmest wishes for your two-oh, and for each year you continue to keep us mere mortals around ;)

cheers love.

Okay, I am not drinking again without a guardian angel (a.k.a. Rossi, Stefan, or Arthur) because I need to make sure there's someone there to stop me if I try to do stupid things. Like try to jump over a railing, jumping and drinking do not mix, apparently I fell and busted my ass trying to take a shortcut to the bathroom, I hear I also fell repeatedly trying to climb up on a ledge. As the day progressed I realized how much of last night is more blur than lucid memory, I also had a heartfelt conversation with Rossi and hit my head on the couch (I'm apparently very uncoordinated drunk), all of which I do not recall. I also took some Advil with Old Oak - maybe not the best idea.

Michelle was telling me that I drank too much when I told her what I drank, which since I didn't get sick, I strongly denied, but I may now actually have to agree with her. I do not like the feeling that I've embarrassed myself and/or pissed people off - and although nobody I questioned said I pissed anybody off, who knows, maybe it just didn't get back to me yet. I have this fucked up uneasy feeling hovering over me, today was quite sucky. The last time I drank enough to affect my memory was the famous Absolut incident, where after the twenty-somethingth shot all memory ceased recording (we weren't doing full shots then though, or else I would probably be dead now).

Drink list: 6 or 7 Old Oak, half or so flask of Captain Morgan, 1 Rum & Coke, 1 Tequila.

I am waiting patiently on pictures.

They just kidnapped my brother's niece.

This is what, the 3rd, 4th time I've had news like this? Marcy must be losing her mind, and I can't imagine what the fuck Ria is going through.

This is reality right?

Update: The little girl was recovered, unharmed.