Byzantine Dome Face

So on Friday at 6pm I decided to blow off A-Trak and instead go to Oxford.

Good decision. It was blast-ta-ta-tastic.

I bore gifts, among them a bottle of Jack Daniels, which was consumed wholly within an hour of my arrival. We then did an impromptu late night walking tour of Oxford, all along the way people stopped Johnny to say hey, passed on bikes, drunken stumbling, boys in tuxes.

Best part was reading W.H. Auden's extremely pornographic gay sex poem before going out. I kept SCREAMING. Keep in mind, 4 boys, gay porn, me.

Before though, grocery clerk Africa man and I had this chat, which left me irate and huffing in stilettos to the Oxford Tube bus.

"Can I invite you to church?"
"I don't go to church."
"Well you could give it a try."
"I have. It wasn't for me."

Then he looked at me as if I looked like this:

UGH!!!
I AM AN ATHEIST. According to me, THERE IS NO GOD.
And I'm fine with it. In fact, I LOVE IT!!!

Another thing I love/have been listening to lots of: