livefromfebo

i'm trying to battle and getting beat down.

there are two kinds of people in this world:

spookies and olsen twins.

stand up comedian bear,

get me,

thirsty

*thankstochiquitajabtwelvisoakdollfaceinebriatademolitonktittenkoppergrapefruitgrandmarnierzomboidstrawbettieliljackknifeboxterbioniicfemme, et al.

this is my last.

fuck you spooky, for cancelling me on a whim.

my email is mikefortune23@hotmail.com

i wish you all well.

mick.

i'm totally into something you probably don't dig.

and tonite i get to see the top 32 of these champs battle it out to make the 16 cut.

my money is here..

the cirque was pretty cool. the strongman part was bullshit, but the rest was incredible.

it is now seven ten pm. i have just risen from bed. these things happen when you roll in at eight thirty am.

i'm off to work by way of a crappy food dispensery.

definitely not as cool as yesterday.

t

today i took the day off. i'm about to go eat a fucking champion lunch. then i will take a nap. after that i shall shave. post shaving, i will be meeting up w/ a woman who posesses, possibly, the most beautiful mane of red hair i think that i have ever seen. subsequently, we will have a few drinks and proceed to the east...
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superquick update:

jab shattered pins. 235. fuck yes. i'm going to the bar immediately to do a crosstown shot for that.

perfect capper to a cool nite.

235! fuck ya jab. fuck ya.

thirsty.

rasputina
screamin' jay hawkins
bad magazine that good recs was tryin to get rid of.

lff

i am off today. this rules. i am going to pick up some money (which is also good) and then go to the record store. after that, i'm getting some to go food, sitting on my couch, hoping for some dave attell, and closely monitoring the goings on of the internet.

behave yourselves. back later w/ a list of records maybe.

t