My Icy Fingers Claw Your Well Relaxed and Tanned Back
As I write the content for luxury hotels in Mexico (my latest writing job), I can't help but smile at the fact I'm gushing about the "delicate hints of incense that indulge your senses" while listening to Megadeth. Imagine walking into a spa in Mexico and having Dave Mustaine as your masseuse? Now
that's a credit to dementia.
As of right now, I have more work than I can shake a stick at (whatever that means). So, it's a short blog entry today-- which is better than like half the people on my links list who have either abandoned their blogs or never update them. Slackers! I'm going to need to find new friends on the web!
