In a Funke.

I'm not sure how I feel about the fact that someone out there thought it was a good idea to have Tobias Funke permanently inked onto his skin for all posterity. If you were a true Tobias fan, I'd say get a pair of jean short shorts tattooed somewhere.

It's certainly hot enough to prance around in nothing but some Tobias Funke cutoffs. The question is, would they effectively hide my thunder?

Okay, done with the Arrested Development references. That show has become my therapy recently. It's like, no matter what weird things my own family does that I'm seeming to become more aware of as I age, at least I've never had to talk my mom into visiting my dad in his prison's conjugal visit trailer (I know I said I was done with the Arrested Development references, but I may have lied a little) I guess that's a perk of having divorced parents? The conjugal visit thing, not the lying thing.

Oh dear, I think the humidity might be going to my head. Or maybe that's the lack of caffeine. Haven't actually felt like making tea yet. All in good time, I suppose.

Peace, Love, and Semicolons
Lisa