Hi, Thursday...I'm a bit tapped for inspiration today, as posting about fancy shoes and watches and frocks seems a bit irresponsible after yesterday's musings (don't worry I'm not lost forever).
So seeing as I'm tapped, I ask you what would Hunter S. Thompson do? It's a legit question, when one is feeling a bit depleted. I'm just in a general state of meh so figured we should look to Hunter and his holiness for a cure to this particular brand of malaise. Oh, and here's what he would do in such situations of inspirational void:Every now and then when your life gets complicated and the weasels start closing in, the only cure is to load up on heinous chemicals and then drive like a bastard from Hollywood to Las Vegas … with the music at top volume and at least a pint of ether. — Hunter S. ThompsonNot a bad suggestion...surely would give me something to write about. Cause that's what's up this fear and loathing filled Thursday in the MIA. XO