VH is not home. I am still sober. I blame both of these facts on the airline.

Although his flight was due to arrive 3 hours ago, I have no idea where he is right now, nor am I able to reach him on his cell phone. I’d be furious as hell if I weren’t so damned worried.

Thursday, August 9th, 2007, 12:40 am   |   My Venomous Life  |  RSS feed Comments and pings are currently closed.