Stuff has been decent. School is kind of a pain in the ass, mostly astronomy. But my poetry professor adores me or something. He said I had the best essay in the class, etc, etc, etc. I slept over Jason's last night. Poor baby barely gets any sleep when I'm there but asks me to stay anyway. I think he said he's going to The Slackers concert tonight, the lucky bastard. Mmm ska.
Mr. Bee
Mr. Butterfly
scary mother fucker
& a little guy
"To see ourselves as others see us is a most salutary gift. Hardly less important is the capacity to see others as they see themselves." -Huxley