FOR THE LOVE OF BLOG!

IT'S ABOUT BLOGGIN' TIME!

Holy shit that took forever. You forget your flippin' pASSword and all the energy of writing is spent saying things that if I were Google, I wouldn't forgive.

I love you Bruce, man, but just don't get pissed when the chick that can't publish a sentence to say hell in two months on a friggin' can't keep up with the new and hippier (hee) cult site suckers.

But I love YOU, MAN. Oookay, that's some o' the Becks talkin' and that' s just totally weird like twice. Cause I mean it, since Joel and I have been total assholes about life and not keeping up with people and you've still been that guy with the towel goin' "Hey, guys! What's up?" - always, and that's awesome. Thanks, Bruce! And as always Tom and as I always need some of that Frank Love.
On the second note, weird that I'm drinking Becks and it's CINCO -
dude, i actually have CoRRHNNA in the fridge.
ha AH!
brb
omg
i just typed brb
HHAAAAaaaa....
aaaaaa.....HOLA!
Cinco Y Cinco de Mayo?!


Yeah, it late. I'm happy knowing I'm going to bed at the same hour thousands of people are getting up to pARTY! until they puke or have a kitchen covered in lime pulp.

I was getting on my blog to post a picture and transcribe the stupidest phone conversation I've ever had.

Now, I realize I don't have the picture, but I'll have it tomorrow.
And I'm a bit tired now to capture the essence of the incompetance vortex I was sucked into by merely answering a simple phone call today, but I'm sure you'll understand - when one must describe stupidity reaching another dimension, it deserves your full attention.

Till later in De Mayo!

take care,
D