woo! we're going to ibiza

certain squids shall be embarking on a rollicking road trip for all the guns, glory, gore and garbage you can shake a stick at. i wish bao+squid alike the best+more, and I close with my own poetry:

Embarkation is the day of gravelly steps on a buttery wharf,
and a twinkly sky.
So then we left on a burning ship.
We walked on our hands to extinguish the testy flames.
The brocade masthead led our weariness to sea,
and the captain spake in rhymes to the crew:
"Don't lose heart, my weary squids,
for heart is a rare sea shell,
and men may rule over salty waves,
but catfish rein in hell."

ps i've been promised a guestpost by heather the one and only T+G! somebody better remind her.
pps my hair is even more like tankgirl's than before.
ppps much love
lelz