i'm sorry its taken so long to get this up and running, but i've been drunk and busy. i'm a bit drunk now but don't feel like reading any british literature so i figure this is the perfect time. i suppose its best to start from the beginning...i'm in my bed, still a little drunk from the night before handels of 'crat all about and who should walk into my room but big papa milts himself. unfortunately the parental units weren't with him, but the experience was still just as good. he sidels up to the side of my bed, as only milton could, and says "holla bitch." it was enjoyable to me, i don't know about you. i apologize that the first real entry is so short, but i do have the 8 oclock accounting class so i'm gonna hit it. milton is cracking up at conan right now, and i'm sure he'll be sad when i turn that shit off to go to sleep. we'll see.
love always,
Stephen Stancil
