fake friday!
dear nashvillest:
i'm in ur blog, makin snow angels. (and i love the fact that said blog's editors went to flickr, found the 'snow angels' tag {presumably}, and decided jenni's photo of me was their favorite. makes a dude feel downright pretty.)
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dear facebook:
what's with scrabulous disappearing completely at random intervals? if it's going away, i will do whatever the metaphorical internet equivalent of setting facebook on fire might be, so watch it.
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dear everyone on the ol' friendslist:
i'm pretty much not in any condition to focus at all today, aside from a few very tiny laser-sighted work things that i absolutely have to get done. because, you see, tomorrow we're heading up north to the hallowed shores of (near) leech lake and the sacred relatively profane grounds of moondance jam, northern minnesota's greatest classic rock festival/massively drunken weekend-long party.
which means today's basically my friday. and while the rest of the world is having their friday, i'll be doing things like watching sebastian bach and being amazed he can still walk upright, and searching out the crowd at the poison show for stray rock of love outcasts.
it's gonna be a good weekend.
catch you guys on the other side.
i'm in ur blog, makin snow angels. (and i love the fact that said blog's editors went to flickr, found the 'snow angels' tag {presumably}, and decided jenni's photo of me was their favorite. makes a dude feel downright pretty.)
***
dear facebook:
what's with scrabulous disappearing completely at random intervals? if it's going away, i will do whatever the metaphorical internet equivalent of setting facebook on fire might be, so watch it.
***
dear everyone on the ol' friendslist:
i'm pretty much not in any condition to focus at all today, aside from a few very tiny laser-sighted work things that i absolutely have to get done. because, you see, tomorrow we're heading up north to the hallowed shores of (near) leech lake and the sacred relatively profane grounds of moondance jam, northern minnesota's greatest classic rock festival/massively drunken weekend-long party.
which means today's basically my friday. and while the rest of the world is having their friday, i'll be doing things like watching sebastian bach and being amazed he can still walk upright, and searching out the crowd at the poison show for stray rock of love outcasts.
it's gonna be a good weekend.
catch you guys on the other side.