Rap Party.

Tomorrow I will be all doom and gloom and whiny and bored as fuck of all the commercialism and mistletoe. Tomorrow I will be sad for those who have no family, no money, or no hope. Tomorrow I will be full, tired, and broke, and just want the holidays to be over.
Tonight though, I'm taking a bath, drinking high-priced beers, dropping beats, and feeling sorry for anyone who is missing out on this (currently solo) rap party in my kitchen.

~sarah p.

Not Big Enough For The Both Of Us.

Robin Williams is coming to town on some sort of "comedy tour", and I'm still deciding if I should puke in a box and mail it to his hotel room, or just go ahead and burn the whole hotel down.

~sarah p.