Dex

The subject of this post is Dexter Gordon. But that's all I'm saying for now, because y'all some lazy mofos, leaving me to tend to this blog all by myself. I got three rabbits, a sports obsession, a fruit addiction, a dissertation distraction, a debt collection, a pending defection, a pet with an infection, and some serious James Hogg spiritual election, and I still manage to watch movies, gripe about Swiss people, listen to music, and accomplish any number of other projects suitable for publication nowhere but online, where the criteria are, in this order, that you be text or an image, and that you be incorporated into the omnisphere of instant pornography or any of its advertising subsidiaries.

Also, I slept through most of my thirtieth birthday, and by "most" I mean all but six hours of it. And I got beverage coasters with pictures of my rabbits on them. Best gift ever.