missprint

Sad to hear that your little muskrat died. Honestly, for me the thought of rodents as pets seemed as appealing as carving a girlfriend out of teak wood, if you know what I'm getting at. But hey, a pet is a pet, and the death of one is like biting a beer bottle till it breaks.

Oh, and I wouldn't be too amazed at my objectivity. In true post-modern fashion, I often wonder sometimes if me thinking about myself is just one gigantic heisenburg syndrome of obsevation. So with that in mind, there's the very distinct possiblity that I'm completely full of shit.

RIC does have a gym, as outdated as it might be, it's still a possiblity. My thing with gyms are how they turn into never ending staring contests. The pinnacle of the last gym membership I had was when I couldn't tell if I was being complemented by how much weight I put up or was being hit on. Nevertheless, It's still a possiblity that I'm going to end up over there.

Oh, and whether you like it or not, I'm invested and terribly curious about how you've been. Still doing the Non-profits or have you become art's next prophet? Send me a letter damnit. Or not. Either way, I'm still curious.

[Edited on Oct 18, 2005 12:13AM]

leaving? i tried it, but i missed the boobs.

when are you coming to visit? gogol bordello and throw rag on 11/4 or darkbuster and neutral nation on 11/18, providence still misses you.

let me know if you're coming and i'll put you on the list.

edited to say: sorry about your pet

[Edited on Oct 20, 2005 1:22AM]