ha! the cellular contraption--miraculously--has been recovered and recharged. nevertheless, all numbers have been written down on paper, thus preventing a potential future complete loss of communication.

i lost my cellphone, hey! twas destroyed by menacing pseudo-skunks, rednecked ghosts, or craterous potholes amidst a long and treacherous and extremely dark bike ride home. nevertheless, it is gone. probably forever. so give me your phone numbers because very few are memorized in my brizain.

a computer now lives at the warehizouse so perhaps i will be more in touch with my fellow dallasianites. i now live in a closet and spend my free time drinking beer with my insane neighbor and fellow housemates. sometimes we ride bikes in the ghetto which is currently returning to its natural swamp state. crackheads really arent that fun to talk

boobies are absurd.

i'm still alive--working mah arse off at the redfish grille--making supberb dumpster dives as of late--and the gargantuan puppy known as phoneix just consumed my homer simpson flip-flops.
air conditioning and correct spellage are so bougeousiesisiize.
no estoy borracha, y no digo la verdad nunca. or something.

i find it flattering that my unsuitable suitors soley consist of middle-aged jamaicans.

i'm also glad that it rained signifantly today, thus negating my need for a bedtime shower.

happy birthday, caitlin. too bad you got kicked outta the shoney's kid club--otherwise you'd be reveling in the glory of the shoney birthday song and devouring a delicious piece of chocolate cake, bedecked with whipped cream and lollipops and cherries.

so i live in new orleans, now.

http://www.congress.org/congressorg/issues/alert/?alertid=5834001&content_dir=ua_congressorg

forget fucking canada. i'm trekking to the venezuelan mountains.

enroute to late-night fishing + being "kin" to Jeff Loftus = friend of cops everywhere.

AND there's freshly made pistachio pudding in the fridge.