we are going to my least favouritest venue tonite so fil can shoot a show, i almost got out of it to go see method man with an ex-flamish type dude i ran it by fil thinking no dice just wanna see how he reacts and he says why does this make me feel like i need to shit? gotcha brah. so i get to stand and hold up the bar all nite long at this loathesome joint while fil battles his way through hot (temp.) sweaty hipsters to take fotos of this band and the only way i can fight back is by wearing the success dress, but it’s going to be -4 overnight so i don’t know what to do. this is my white people problem of the day. good nite.

i think it’s about time i did my roots i’m starting to look bald/grey.

look it’s maddox! fil showed me this isp-revealing function i have in my statcounter, pretty fun to browse through all the companies you guys work at. i’m thinking of doing a post listing all the names. haha and then one by one they never show up again.

i’ll do the slutty girl’s toys post tomorrow during my hangover.

tony re-linked a letter i wrote to him september 28, 2004 before i started dating fil, and i was in a manic phase.