i sat in the airport for 4 hours and didn't fly anywhere. i spent most of the time waffling between talking to dustin and reading "glamour".
i came home thinking there was at least a quarter of the big bottle of gato negro...but i was totally wrong. not even a full glass.
sometimes you just want to get sauced.
they were out of polish beer.
now it's just me, a bottle of yueng ling and a shit load of gin.
god help me.
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Hi Lisa. It's Cliff Stringfellow, from Austin. I found your blog when I googled my own name, cuz I don't give a shit bout anyone but me, dontchaknow? I love your writing. How are things?
i think it's really funny that you found me that way. i guess that means there's still work to be done, clifford.
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