Dear Los Angeles,

Fuck you, you smog ridden jerk city! We are stealing the dave formerly known as poopy and wrapping him in the verdant and fresh rain scented arms of Seattle! Suck now upon upon our genitals that taste of sea salt and espresso beans( I was going to say salmon there, but then I realized that genitals that taste of oily fish are not usually something to be envied)! Which of your favored sons or daughters will be the next to hear the siren songs of the space needle and be helpless to resist dashing themselves on the pointed rocks of our mountains, rainforests and deserts? WHICH?

Love and kisses,
The Northwest

Attention:

atomicant,schmelectra, and crim, are the coolest new SG folks I have met since I moved back from L.A. they helped make Roxy's bachelorette party one hell of a thing to remember.

The other day, my boss made a giant black penis out of squid ink pasta dough. When he menaced me with it, I bit the tip off and spit it at him.


Nobody out offensive-comedies Desdenova, by christ.

A confession:

I lied, a couple entries back, about how what I'd had with the girls of my dreams being enough, because how many people get to do ANYTHING with the girl of their dreams?

As it turns out, I'm a lot greedier than that. How do I know about this new found greed? Because I read an email today where she said she isn't coming back. It's a London life for her. Which ,due to what I know about the conditions of her visa, means that she's getting married.

So, I lied. It wasn't enough, I wanted everything that was supposed to come after, too. Whatever it may have been (nothing was ever certain).

So on a related note, whi's up for drowning their sorrows in booze and casual sex?

I may not actually be going to London, and not for the reasons you think. It's complicated.




But really, isn't everyone's life?

For those requiring photographic evidence, here it is:

Scott Desdenova sporting two less feet of hair, as well as a snazzy skeleton key necklace he made this morning:




In other good news, I spent the last few days falling head over heels for the girl of my dreams.
And she did the same for me.

In other bad news, she is leaving in a matter of hours for London, not to return until six month's time has passed.
In other good news, how many guys ever get to talk to, make out or sleep with the girl of their dreams, let alone go on a vacation to London to spend a week with them?


Not many, I would wager.

If I were Samson, I'd be fucked.*


*In case you aren't up on your mythology, this means that I hacked off almost all of my hair today.

Quick, attractive redheaded women, breed with me to save our genetic line from extinction!

I smoked a million cigaretttes, drank a million boozes and laughed with friends from different cities.

Now back to the real world, which is less entertaining, but less likely to result in spontaneous and explosive liver failure.