Thoughts of an Intoxicated Atheist.

Dear Mr Fawkes,

Due to the consequences of your actions on the 5th of November, you are hereby invited to a barbecue. Bring your own soul, you unrepentant Catholic nut-job!

Love and kisses,

King James Numero Uno AKA The Jamesanator AKA The Big Mummy's Boy in the Palace.

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I'm bored out my head.

Singing Jesus Christ Superstar.

Thinking about syllogistic reasoning.

Wanting a sammich.

Needing sleep.

Needing Darjeeling tea (milk, no sugar).

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If werewolves = dogs then vampires are cats. All hissy and kung fu and fangs and bitchiness.

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We are all Russian dolls.

And birds in cages.

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Blah... I need tea. And sleep. Then maybe I shall make sense. One day...