There goes my plan to blog like a mofo. Now I guess I'm just blogging like a fo. Or worse. Anyway, it's been forever, but somehow life keeps getting in the way of all the screwing around I want to do. Or maybe all my screwing around gets in the way of my life? Whatevs.

Last weekend was pretty radtacular. rydell came into town from Calgary for Meshell's birthday. I kinda missed the party cause I had two shows that weekend (what kind of dumbass has shows two out of three nights he could be hangin' with some beautiful SGs? This guy. Balls.), but I showed up a few times like a ninja and disappeared again when I had to. We did end up hanging out at the ocean for a few minutes, getting gelato for a few minutes, and a few other few minute things. It turns out, nothing in my life seems to last more than a few minutes at a time. Yes, even THAT! FML.

Anyway, meshell and rydell, it was very kind of you to let me tag along with you, and I'm sure there were more than a few people who wanted to punch me in the throat. See, I have this theory, and it's pretty much awesome like every theory I have: guys that see other guys hanging around with incredibly beautiful ladies automatically want to punch said lucky guy right in the throat, and to be honest, the guy hangin' with the hotties doesn't mind. If we get to be around ridiculously rad girls, we deserve, and even welcome, a punch. It's our punishment for being privileged. Things all work out so everyone is even in the end. Guys with gorgeous girls get hated and possibly hit, and guys with ugly girls lead a relatively tame life free from others' hate, but they wake up to gorgons. See? It pretty much evens out.

Anyway, the point is that we had a good weekend. And they even got me to dance, or my representation of dancing, which startlingly resembles a elephant with severe mental difficulties AND three broken feet gyrating obscenely. Still, fun times.

I...

There goes my plan to blog like a mofo. Now I guess I'm just blogging like a fo. Or worse. Anyway, it's been forever, but somehow life keeps getting in the way of all the screwing around I want to do. Or maybe all my screwing around gets in the way of my life? Whatevs.

Last weekend was pretty radtacular. rydell came into town from Calgary for Meshell's birthday. I kinda missed the party cause I had two shows that weekend (what kind of dumbass has shows two out of three nights he could be hangin' with some beautiful SGs? This guy. Balls.), but I showed up a few times like a ninja and disappeared again when I had to. We did end up hanging out at the ocean for a few minutes, getting gelato for a few minutes, and a few other few minute things. It turns out, nothing in my life seems to last more than a few minutes at a time. Yes, even THAT! FML.

Anyway, meshell and rydell, it was very kind of you to let me tag along with you, and I'm sure there were more than a few people who wanted to punch me in the throat. See, I have this theory, and it's pretty much awesome like every theory I have: guys that see other guys hanging around with incredibly beautiful ladies automatically want to punch said lucky guy right in the throat, and to be honest, the guy hangin' with the hotties doesn't mind. If we get to be around ridiculously rad girls, we deserve, and even welcome, a punch. It's our punishment for being privileged. Things all work out so everyone is even in the end. Guys with gorgeous girls get hated and possibly hit, and guys with ugly girls lead a relatively tame life free from others' hate, but they wake up to gorgons. See? It pretty much evens out.

Anyway, the point is that we had a good weekend. And they even got me to dance, or my representation of dancing, which startlingly resembles a elephant with severe mental difficulties AND three broken feet gyrating obscenely. Still, fun times.

I hope you're all awesome. Cause I know I pretty much am.