Let's start mid haircut & muMs gets a case of the dropsies and clunks me on the head with the clippers... It sounded so rediculous that we spent 5 minutes laughing. He then follows up the performance by kerplunking me with the brush. If I didn't know he adores me well I'd think... oh never mind.
Next I find the next obsession: the God of War. THAT GAME IS DOPE!!! So dope that 5 am found muMs killing harpies and me falling asleep on the couch.
The day starts with some quick brainstorming and on the fly writing and progresses to me standing at the nail salon with an attitude because Gail was out.
Add an hour of the "I can't find it" syndrome and it's time to eat.
I stop at the italian place and in the midst of applying a liberal amount of parmegan to my pasta I discover a long brown hair. I bring it to the attention of the brown-haired counter girl who says, and I quote "we don't have hair in our food, maybe it's yours..." I shit you not.
Off to Luq's house to pack up for the show and I manage to stumble on the extra step in the bathroom and bonk my forehead on the door.
Final touch? A pimple the size of mount Kilamanjaro on the side of my grill.
What does all of this mean?
IT'S GONNA BE A GREAT FUCKING NIGHT!!!
Let the games begin..
FunkFace yall.
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