Today was one of those days where the Universe lifts its trucker cap and lets you see it's simple, healthy hair line. You are not left wondering if God has dandruff or lice. A day where we know that Mother Earth's hair products are sublime--have not been tested on mice nor monkeys. December 23rd, 2004. Mark it down.
I shan't say more about this day! Let's just say luck and potential poured in all directions. It was a rare moustachioed hat dance of a day. A splendorous 27-hours of sparkly meteor eruptions. Sevens. Cherries. Lemons. Diamonds. All of it. More! The HAT is off. The red monkey is free to eat the red monkey-fruit!!! The mice can breathe, eat, breed, go to bed. It was a good day.
And to top it all off, check out this article in today's Olympian regarding the New Year's show.
Oh, and also, to top off the topping I just tossed off--I signed a record deal with Rock Ridge Records today.
These are just blips in the big picture picnic of cryptic pixel sticks regarding today (or really yesterday at this point, but nevermind). We swap nuts with monkeys and mice. We are happy for a day. We dream, dream, dream, dream... Merry Christmas Eve's Eve. Dec. 23rd, 2004.
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