It is now officially 6-6-06. Rock your fuckin' ass off, fuckers. There better be metal rocking your face off with in the next 24 hours. Throw your horns, throw them hard and proud.
This only comes along once in a lifetime. Do it, dammit.
After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say "I want to see the manager."
- William S. Burroughs
Not much to report today. Bottled the Wildberry Shiraz, and DAMN is it tasty. Also made a point of driving around with my windows down, blasting the Misfits and throwing horns at everybody. Even got a few to respond in kind. I KNEW there was some metal out there in this sleepy burg.
Time to kick back, take a shower, watch a movie or two. Gotta occupy myself, 'cause Erik has chores to do and Dianna's got a sinus-and-headache combo that's kicking her ass.
Hail Satan! (made a new icon just for the occasion)