I should so be in bed (not that its late or anything...)

Yeah, I should. Craving some sleep...

I've discovered the wrath of the anon poster. So now spam is even targeting (victemizing, might be more appropriate) sad souls who blog their little hearts out for all to see. Note to self, find a way to block that. Because I don't need insurance, don't eat at The Olive Garden, or Red Lobster for that matter...

As Seebo always says, they can suck it. There's also a gesture that goes alogn with that, and probably not the one you're thinking of, dirty bugger.

I'm so going to the stable tomorrow. Its finally cool enough so I won't die, the horses won't be miserable, and I need to see my babies.

In summation: chocolate revolver for the president (note the lower case "p" - not sayin', just saying...), going to see my horse babies, fuck pretend people who pretend to post comments.

KBO