Some men are born for greatness…others are born to just survive. This is a story of the latter. My…CHRONICLES OF WHAMMAGEDDON
Day 20. The days are getting shorter…which is hard when all you do is dream about Andrew Ridgley dancing. I wake up in a cold sweat with the echoes of George Michaels high tenor ringing in my ears. Last night…I woke up screaming and punched our cat. Right in the face. I meant…right in the kisser. It really made my holiday season. Seriously…if this damn song finally gets me…if all of this was for naught…at least I got to punch Fluffy McSnugglekins right in his big stupid face. Thank you for that, Wham. Stay close, my friend…and follow my CHRONICLES OF WHAMMAGEDDON!