baby's got pink hair. so suck on that, jupiter's moons.

for about 7 years theres been this problem. people fight over me. i didn't get it 'til it was put to me very bluntly by my beloved vito about a week ago. "you have the ability to make people feel good about themselves, you see the good in everyone, and to some people it's like a fucking drug" HA! so there it is, you blood sucking bastards! you want my love?! well lucky for all of you this hippie is full of it.

guess who's nicer then you thought...

i'm drinking red wine on my back porch with the bentley listening to the new vic ruggiero. some things just cant compare to good music, the loyalty of a pup and vino. though, i wish roach was home from work. that little chikadee is my heart.

btw said pup is beggin for a walk... its still like 4752934052834569285469345693456934 degrees in oakland right now. so white. so canadian. i might engulf in flames if i step into direct sunlight.

le sigh