CITIZENS OF THE WORLD LISTEN TO THIS
I beg of you...stop being flakes. When you make a meeting, be there. When you promise a call, call. When you say you'll make love to someone, do it. You'll both be happier and so will the peeping Tom next door.

I hate flakes. But let me qualify as I, too, am guilty.

I write-off the flakes in my personal life just as I would expect those to write me off if I flake on them. However, in business, this is not such a good idea. Just remember that. If you're doing business with me (ie, buying illicit medications to stop your woes) then best to pay up lest ye want a 45mm down your gullet. Hear that? I thought so, beeotch.

That would all be true if I sold drugs. I don't. I sell salamander urine. In some countries this is considered a drug. In the U.S. it's considered a smelly nuisance. To a small group of nerds in Burbank, California...well, let's just say they consider it a fun spray in their water pistols.

Stream of conscious? Certainly. That's the point of the blauG.

May your day be merry and your sting the color of mutiny,

-a

auGi REJOINS THE BLOGGING WORLD
At last, I've decided to stop wasting my time eating honey roasted peanuts and return to my blogging roots. Amen! Hallelujah! The herald angels sing! Aren't you glad you visited?

WHERE'S THE BEEF?
You'll notice a significant gap in content. Well, live with it. It could be worse: I could have posted pics of my genitalia. This is something you would not relish (unless you are a woman...in which case you would want to perform coitus with me immediately). Hey, I would, too...if I was a woman. Which I'm not and that's a good thing because I have a pepe. Which would make me a hermaphrodite or "shemale" or worse...an experiment of some freak scientist living in Zimbabwe named "Tuk Tuk." See my point? Absolutely. There IS none. Just like the meaning of life...and this blauG.

All my love,

-auGi