thunder fuckin bay
so, dunno if all y'all realized this, but there is a computer IN THE BAR here in the sleazy thunder bay hotel that zoey, i, etc. are at, and we are all typing this shiznit with a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. (well, smoking in bars is illegal now in t-bay, so the cigarette dangling from our lip is merely metaphorical. we are hypothetically badass.) and we are listening to, and singing, karaoke. BADASS, i tell you. --i think we're alone now.-- uh, so, i could type a few hundred more words but i don't want to infringe on kelly's (artificial) territory of senile randomness, so i will bow out. just know, bloggerati, that thunder fuckin bay is kicking our asses. i talked to a stoned punk rock boy in a tree a few hours ago. during a hipster rummage sale. i won't be returning to duluth ever again.