Freddy Eyeballs! Mercury.
As I lay here recovering from my first Toga party last night, I came across this photo of Freddy Mercury. I’m just going to stare at it until my tequila hangover (courtesy of golden goddess birthday girl Mel and tequila junkie AFJ) goes away. I don’t know if it’s helping, but it sure beats kissing cold porcelain while swearing I’ll never touch another drop of Blanco again as long as I live. Stupid empty promises really piss my liver off.