"We do what we do every night, Pinky. Try to take over the world"

So I haven't packed and I'm leaving to go up north tonight to spend the next few days in KL, otherwise still known as the Evil Place where Bad Things happen to a Good Slinky. Every time I go there I wonder what wretched bloody thing to happen to me next. But never mind, the fags are cheap. (I know it's a completely unreasonable sort of reaction, but I think it will take a few more visits where I have fun before it works itself out of my system. Maybe the potential trip with my posse will take care of that.)

So this is Slinky, over and out for the next few days. I will be submerged in work and plotting my destruction of the evil white guy, despite the fact that I am doomed to failure. I feel very Don Quixote, tilting at windmills.

Update just before I leave:

Apparently someone stumbled onto my blog using the google search "my other boyfriend rocks". No, I'm not making this up.