Carrot Smakk
So I finally caught Carrot trying to get on my blog and changed the log-in so he couldn't post any longer. So now the mutt has set up his on-site. To check out his latest adventures - http://carrottales.blogspot.com

Snake Peel Smakk
I'm not talking about the new shower gel from Axe, which actually is quite refreshening. No, I'm referring to the state of condition that my forehead was yesterday after going rock lobster on my face from spending 8 hours out at the Greenville Ave parade on Saturday sans sunscreen. I was feeling like Lou Gosset Jr's alien character in Emeny Mine with my forehead scales resembling the back of a turtle shell. Such a lovely condition getting a nice sunburn fry. Usually that first evening I get that beaming red glow that is so bright that passing cars stop at me. Then the next day the pain sets in where the shower temperature is either ice cold or blazing hot everytime it touches you. By day three, my forehead starts to tighten up like someone is microwaving shrink wrap on my head. Then day four sets in with the skin splintering like a broken windsheild for the full snake peel effect. Now it's day five where I get to enjoy the nice blotchy red irritation that feels like someone took a brillo scrubbing pad to my crown. Well at least by tomorrow, everything should feel fine again and by Saturday I can enjoy a another nice long day drinking out in the sun and start the process all over again. Fuck SPF....

Lack Smakk
Hmmmm...Last night I didn't have even a drop to drink, stayed at the house and even went to bed early. And now I can't think of anything to talk about. Is my smakk all booze driven? Does alcohol control my creative process and imagination? I'm thinking I have a problem. And that problem is I can't figure out a way to drink while at the office.

Weekend Update Smakk
I am still trying to piece together what exactly happened this weekend. These are some of the things my fragmented memory recalls:
20 jello shots at Greenville parade
Rallying up for 1am Sherlocks visit
"Maybe you'll get married someday if you lose weight" text Bunny sent Ex
Drunk dialing everyone in Loops phone
Losing fist fight to Handicap Parking sign
Spending $40 at 7/11 on food
Peach Swisher Sweets on balcony
"I'm eating lunch with at stripper..."
Thomas meeting at Industry Bar for glass of water
Bikini bathroom make-out session recollections

Is it really Monday already?