Louisville. Looey-ville. Louis-ville. Lul-vul. Whatever. I really like it here. It’s funny how the very people I couldn’t wait to get away from in the northeast are the ones I call friends down here in Louisville. Louisville is made up of a 50/50 mix: half from here...
TSA: Children who “opt out” of the pat down will be told Santa is dead. Day 14 – Rouen: Up, down. Up, down. Up-down-up-down-up-down. Slower. Up. Down. Up. Down. Sigh. My armrest is broken. It won’t click into place. Dammit. Another 6 a.m. start, which is challenging...
Seriously…FUCK PAY TOILETTES! Day 11 – Clermont Ferrand (Day off): 48 hours off! Must. Find. Laundry. Immediately. Or my socks will walk themselves into a washer. We couldn’t get out of that Orleans hotel fast enough, so first thing in the morning we loaded up and...
Ah, VIOLA! Day 7 – Dijon: FUCK PAY TOILETTES. That said: Shitters full! Ewww. It was SO bad, the bus driver had to do an unscheduled stop to dump it, since everyone in the lower part of the double-decker bus was literally gagging. Oh, the glamour just never ends....
Filming “Ultimate Death Match III”, Photo shoots & back in the ring…like an idiot. Good girls blush during sex scenes in a movie. Redheads know they could do it better. So much went on this month…I can’t even detail it all. Somehow, I managed to function at a...
