Drunk post from Miami Beach (Ft. Lauderdale)

OK bitchazzz...heres' the current shit from tha FTL:

Ultra Nate: Automatic (like a cover from the Pointer Sisters from back in tha day) ummm...hello hot model at the laptop. I loves my 80s covers;
Ida Corr vs. Fedde Le Grand - Let Me Think About It;
Punk Soul Loving Bill - If You Want To feat. woofy Sacha from Bielefeld. Not normally my bag but it's sticking in my head. I kinda like it. Music snobs take note, it rises.

Holy shit my hair is so fly I can feel the glory burning my skull. It was too long with shaggy hair in the eternal darkness of DC. There has been an awakening, thanks to Richard's Hair Salon featuring super hot and furry Dave on the cut.

I'm staying at Orton Terrace at 606 Orton Avenue. Written because this is a journal, like blogs used to be back in tha day, meant as an archive of feelings and observations. As in web journal, or web log, or blog.

A few observations:

Eyebrows are WAAAY too high around these parts. Gurl, get yourself in check with the sculpting and trimming. Personally, I like my eyebrows connected and on a tall ridge, as in Mt. Cro Magnon. If you have the perpetually surprised look, there's a problem.

Pro: They like Prince and Mary J. Blidge around here.

Con: They like Enrique Iglesias around here.

That is all.

Anole at Hugh Taylor Birch State Park. Thanks to the Farmboyz for the nature tip: