Moving. To California. In two days.

Hey.

So I got a phone call yesterday afternoon, and because of it, I quit my jobs, dropped out of school, packed my shit, and I'm staying in Asheville for (potentially) a few months ( Read more... )

So my birthday is in a couple of weeks. I was wondering if anyone wanted to get together and do something.

Takers?

Aw. I miss the militia.

The substance is television. Please...someone...help me.

In other news, there will be an as-yet-unthemed party at the super-apartment on FRIDAY, JANUARY 27th. It will not be a super-secret-spy party, and it will not be a gay-themed party. These two things WILL be happening later in the year.

So there. Be there.

Folks are coming over to the super-apartment for new years. Hang out, take part in food and drink, toast some friends and/or people you've never met but are still fucking cool. Starts the day before, ends the day after, floorspace/couchroom are quickly diminishing so grab yers now ( Read more... )

Yes, Virginia, there IS too much cayenne in this soup. Will I eat it anyway? Of course ( Read more... )

For one job, I clean swastikas of poo from the bathroom walls.

For the other job, I will play Santa.

Sigh.

I just googled Vini and the Demons, because I was thinking of people in Chicago and because I missed Skibo's crooked grin.

And making a circle between two cars in the parking lot outside Eddy C's and smoking bowls with them and Free and folks after drinking pitchers and raucous dancing. Man, those motherfuckers are some hardcore shit.