My days have been extremely lazy, so there's really nothing for me to post about. How about a pic of a hot topless chick?
Put your hands together for Sarah Jane on the main stage.
My niece is going to kill me when she gets older.
Had more ribs tonight at Sticky Fingers. Two nights ago my brother, his chica, and I made crawfish etouffee for the clan. Scrumptious.
Catching up on my news, my heart goes out again to the people of London. And it sounds like W made the correct choice for his SC nominee. Power to the States!
It'd be really nice if we got OLN so's I could watch Lance Armstrong win his seventh consecutive Tour de France (added bonus: pissing off the French). Alas, I'll have to make due with the highlights. This is quite a departure from last year for me when I watched pretty much all of the television coverage. Of course, I failed the bar exam that summer. Thanks, Lance.
I'm determined to finish my second book tonight. Only have about 60 pages to go.
Currently, there's some heated family drama between my cousin and my uncle about the correct rules of Scrabble (seriously). Nothing like a meltdown over a board game.