ahoy there, sissy! whatcha got in yer mouth there, sissy!
you know, i actually delete these things after i put them here.
look at that perspective. i'm an mspaint cerebral palsy patient.
there's a whole bunch of crap i haven't written down in the last month or so, mostly out of pure laziness, but contributing to that laziness has been inebriation and some wild shit.
there were a few nimdok shows. they were alright.
last best thing i remember is going on a literal bender with kev last weekend. we drew deeply from the cheap booze drought, and then kev wondered if he was gay and went to see his ex strip in newark at 1 a.m. cool. i was staying at his mom's (mercifully vacant) place whilst she skied, and kev came home at 4 a.m. shitfaced and with some pieces of his truck missing. though he had added a few beer cans to the back seat; a dubious measure.
the hamster escaped, which turned into an alcohol fueled version of spring cleaning: everything in every corner of every part of the condo must come out (eesh).
no hamster was found. quoth the solo, it's not my fault.
that weekend was a response to a few ultra un-choice things jim duffy said to my mom, which resulted in me eating some of his xanax in front of him to prove some kind of point. we are presently in a mode of mutually assured ignoration.
there was an epic fucking snowball fight, and all mambach did was complain about it. jew.
wine + snow = somebody must have thought of that before me.
whatever.
today, i got word that my kinda friend drew from the liquor store sort of got super arrested for grand larceny...for systematically and intelligently (until today) stealing around forty grand worth of fine (you're not even allowed to stock it) wine. oof. he's had a hard life, but...well, it didn't do me any favors.
it was really truly weird speaking to my health teacher today, uh, face to, uh, scalp?, because aside from the fact that he's french-canadian by way of long island, he's also about 5'4" and, shall we say, not particularly masculine sounding for a tiny, jacked-gym-teacher- coach-thing-man. not to mention his beliefs in eleven dimensions. i dunno; he's the kind of guy that walks into a room late and doesn't bother to say hello, then just starts talking and making diagrams on the board that look like this:
so, yeah. i just copied that out of my notes, and for some reason i took those notes. cool.
let's drink steel reserve and forget about everything, k?
way aheadayah!
p dot s dot.
i almost forgot.
OH YEAH!