i’m so friggin’ wired. two coffees. all this talking and music-editting and website-maintenance and robot-tasks brings me back to the internship in days of yore ‘cept this time i am smarter and bossman is like, impressed by simple things i do and i am all, look, i hyperlinked and he does a cartwheel.

basically.

because i am connected to the computer i have been putting off a cigarette since i got here and good for me.

jord emailed and said he is installing a card in sal’s ‘puter and i said well when you are finished with that dumb whore you should come to town and i can tell you about emails i get and maybe he will actually bring his unicycle this time.

hotmail finally upgraded my account to 3 quatrillion gb.

me!

my aunt has an art show tonite but we’re going this weekend instead and i was all, dad, free booze will be at it the opening nite not three days later, doi, and he is all yeh whatever your uncle is coming to town for the weekend, that is when we all go and i am like fine then.

i think it is time for a smoke soon.

and a bowel-movement, perhaps, if i am lucky.

anyone who is reading this and turns to their friend and goes, woah, too much information raymi and then you do a hand-gesture that is all talk to the hand – you are old.

the late late show had that funny black dude on it last nite and i go, is that one of the wayans brothers and fil goes are you serious or joking and i said i was half-joking and i only asked that because i didn’t know the comedian’s name and so to cover for it i made a har har he looks like a wayans brother comment.

and now i just look racist.