fil is turning three-hundred on friday and i am trying to convince patrick to have a big yuppie party that we all can show up at after the em haines thing. i figure a party will cheer everybody up. patrick and his young thing gone done broke up. i tole him we won’t be able to show up ’til maybe 1 30 or two or so in the morning. i know that it is last minute and selfish to ask of a yuppie party but that’s how things work these days when everyone is miserable and drinking a lot and it is cold out and we all hate ourselves and pretend that our lives aren’t awful, i guess.

anyhow, right now we are waiting for markus to finish up in the tanning salon so we can meet him for a beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer or two. i know, markus + tanning salon = sounds faggy. markus is going to someplace hot for two weeks with his girlfriend so he is getting a jumpstart on the shit i guess. markus had his picture in the townie hoity-toity paper what comes out and brags about local businesses and other fancy yuppie shit and we like to look at it a lot and make fun of it a lot because it goes into great detail about his hair and how it was cut and then about his clothes which we know he only got to borrow and it’s pretty classist the whole crap altogether but so what, i’d’ve done it if i had my own shoppe though the expression on my face would have been a lot cooler.

anyway.

all i really wanted to do was post that picture i drew and then i started writing about fil’s birthday which turned into making fun of markus and now i feel bad.

but not really.