gonzoe

currently:

tonight i went and did karaoke with damn near half of my restaurant's staff. personally, i did horrible renditions of Journey's Don't Stop Believing, Warrant's Cherry Pie, and Kanye's Gold Digger. it was the shit.

i'm seriously considering getting a new tattoo while i'm in argentina. there's a lot of good artists down there and i've wanted a tarot card Hanged Man tattoo on my right shin for a long time. considering shit down there is mad cheap, i think it's a very good idea.

i also plan on bringing a bottle of rum to argentina since they haven't yet seem to have figured any use for the stuff. not a bar in the godamn country carries anything but ass-juice bacardi.

other major purchases i'm hoping to complete by the end of august: a new monitor (i still have a massive, non-flat screen 17" beast from about 2002) and a wireless printer/scanner/copier i can put in the living room. at least one of them should be possible.

i'm pretty sure i'm gonna die alone.

i've been so busy, i haven't gotten to get a single sentence of writing done in over a month. it's stressing me the fuck out. i fucking hate my job and i'm so glad i'll be done with it in a week and a half.

JoLeigh is a hussy. a hungover one at that. *twitch twitch*

i'm ashamed to admit that i really enjoy the song "American Boy" by Estelle and Kanye West

next friday is the SGNY slobbernocking event. i plan on getting trashed and dropping trou is quite possible in the equation. hopefully this time my testicles will at least be saved some large amounts of pain.

you know what they say about women and trolley cars - there's plenty of em in the sea.

gonzoe out.