a cold

it swallowed the whole long weekend, along with the whole first season of DEADWOOD to make the fucking shitsucking pain bearable...

for some fresh air we walked to the mcg for my first ever visit and watched the last quarter of the pies vs melbourne... seventy thousand people yelling... i liked it. more swearing. fucking hoople-headed footy cunts everywhere...

we need to use more thoughtful filthy language...

which reminds me of a letter last week from my dad; about to do a radio interview, concerned his swearing habit would have him kicked off air... no chance of curtailing it now.
his letters always have me laughing...