This is P. Diddy (aka: the bozman) or more affectionately known as “The Godson of Love” – chilling poolside.
I would so appreciate it if one of you FOUR readers would save me from my damn self. GAH! Why did I decide NOW would be a good time to move PI over to self hosted word press? Because I’m not spazzing enough about *finishing* things this month that I must take on a stupid ass monumental chore like this. Today alone, I spent 5 hours (FIVE HOURS!) futzing with the layout and it’s still sucky. (Sobs)
If you cannot save me from myself, would you at least buy me a cosmo? Or some xanax? I hear mixing them isn’t wise but apparently, I’m not operating in wise mode these days. Oh well. I will keep plugging along since I did accomplish a great deal yesterday in between floaties, watching Season 4 of Weeds, eating crabs and other fun stuff.
If I suddenly disappear, come find me. I’ll be in the closet, k?