Time, truth, and hearts.

Leaving tomorrow, so lightening fast update now.
Last night, David Spade performed with Scott Weiland and his band (whose name escapes me now) "Suffragette City" and let me say. It made my fucking night. As if I needed another reason to love DS. He did my favourite line, as well. (Guess which one.)

Also, tonight at work, some 20-something bloke with a Beatle haircut bought a Paul figurine from me, and commented on my Who shirt. We got to talking about the concerts and the new album and the lack of John and Keith. He knew almost as much as me about them, for chrissake. Was bloody brilliant. Then to top off the night, I bought myself a big spider ring. It, too is bloody brilliant. I have named it Bela, since my spider keychain is already named Boris. Expect photos.

And now I must leave you all until Thursday/possibly Friday. Don't miss me all too much. In fact, I might be able to get internet, so I may in fact be lying to you all. Anyroad. More Rhiannon upon my return.

So bear in mind that I love you. You know who you are.
-L-