If anyone is down for the Mardi Gras, and for some reason you're staying in Baton Rouge, feel free to hit me up. I possessed of an extremely uncomfortable sleeper-couch and two pushy cats. And I'm going to be in and out most of the week.

Speaking of in-and-out.

We're offering a Mardi Gras special this week for those choosing to stay with us: free vagina adjustment and diagnostic boob assessment - please take advantage of our offer to take advantage. As an added service, our staff will even get you drunk before the groping begins - though not drunk enough to protest consent. Our trained staff has the extensive experience to precise dosing such that the entire incident (or incidents if you are game) will be a hazy memory of sweetly rebuked guiltless regret. Not like those other times at the Hotel 8. At Chez-Brandon, our first priority is getting Brandon laid. But our close second priority is your dignity.

K-mail me if you need a place to dive.

My moods are affected by the weather more than most people. I grew up in South Louisiana where it's as humid as a jungle most of the year and hot enough for bugs to breed year round. It depressd me. I spent four years in San Diego where the weather was pretty much perfect for the entire four years and I loved it and was happy most of the time but I just couldn't afford to live there. I lived in Seattle for a year where it didn't rain as much as people say it does, but it was grey all of the time. I lived in Orlando for a year and not only was it hot and humid as hell there, but there were daily violent thunderstorms to go along with it. Now I live in Chicago where it's either hot as hell or cold as hell. Currently, I'm stuck with nothing to do because there is a foot of snow on the ground and my car just won't make it out of the alley, and if I do, I'm limited to only going places that have a plowed parking area, which really doesn't exist in Chicago. Seems like just a month ago I was bitching about how hot it was here and how I coudn't get my apartment to cool down enough to get to sleep, and now I'm bitching about it being too cold or snowy. Chicago is a city of extremes when it comes to the weather. It's either too hot or too cold for me. Spring and Fall don't hang around very long here. My point is that everywhere I've ever lived, besides San Diego, I've pretty much complained or had negative reactions to the weather almost every day. I'm beginning to wonder if it's what's making me seem depressed all of the time. People are always asking me what's wrong or trying to pry an answer out of me as to why I seem upset about something or whatever, but man I honestly think that most of the time I'm just uncomfortable with the damned weather. Seems stupid but I wasted an entire day off today just sitting in my apartment feeling pissed about the weather outside and not going out and doing anything. Extreme heat and extreme cold make me feel trapped and wanting to do nothing more than sit inside doing nothing. Rain gives me headaches and fucks with my sinuses. I don't think that I can take more than maybe a couple of more years in Chicago. I could never live in Louisiana again. I've done the whole west coast thing. I don't care much for the East coast. Where in the hell can I possibly move to that I'm not going to bitch about the weather everyday? I hear Arizona gets pretty hot but can it really be all that bad without the humidity that the south gets? Any ideas? Colorado?