Meh.

Can I take somebody else's life for a test drive? Is that feasible?

I've redesigned my lame website and updated my photo albums:

Woomer.net

Enjoy, should you care.

Peter: This calls for a victory tune!

Holy crap, very little in my life has made me laugh as much as this did.

Family Guy + The Music Man x show-stopping dance number = genius.

What the hell, Canada?

Huh?

What the hell's all this?

The Scene: I have just handed a guy I'm buying a car from $150 to hold it for me.

ME: So, what can we do about a receipt?
DUDE I'M BUYING CAR FROM: Uh, jeez, I don't know. It's not like I have a cash register or something.
ME: Yeah, can't just print something off.
DIBCF: I could give you my licence to hang on to. I ride with this guy to work, so I don't need it.
ME: Uh...
DIBCF: Or I could write you a check or something. But it's all at home, so I couldn't get it now.
*pause*
ME: How about you just not steal my money?
DIBCF: Yeah, that'll work.
ME: I appreciate it.

Fucker me, dude.

I must say, a quiet night at home listening to jazz and perusing every photograph I've taken over the past year is not the worst way to live your life.

And Arden, you're the biggest damn sweetheart in the world for commenting on every one of my comments to you. That's the spice, dude. Thanks.

Everyone knows it is very foolish to shut oneself into any wardrobe.

So what's up with me...

The Goodshot Janson Trio.

Classy jazz. Look for us around the spring.



Abby.

A play about mistakes, regrets, and suicide. Look for it later on. I'm in the middle of writing it.