next time at a bar, when a girl sits down next to me, shakes my hand, puts her arm around me, tells me it's her birthday, and says we should make out -- don't try and be clever -- just make out. it hardly matters if she's ten years or more my elder. also, it is hardly a common enough occasion when a girl makes the internationally accepted cunnilingus signal. shit, some things are not common enough. at all.

favorite joys and pasttimes missed out on. a party not gone to.
still enjoying myself. just could do moreso of such.

    holy shits. just got back from a thirty or so minute walk, and it's at least -30 with the wind out there. weather says -28 with wind, but living with direct wind blasts is so fucking intense, that my brain is too cold to come up with anything clever to say about it. the wind blows through my windows, despite being new installations from just before moving in (or so it was said). my chops and shit were covered in freezies (not the tasty fruity icy things). zombie prom was good the night previous this.

i'm not sure if it's a good or a bad thing to be leaving town tomorrow, regardless of the weather outside.

going to see an old school friend play some tunes tomorrow night (in eau claire), he's releasing a cd. 'bon iver' is what he goes by. like what i've heard thus far.

time to get in bed and warm my toes that i might feel them again some day. and natha, hope your knee feels better in the morn.
lastly, not a good time of the year to be single. hard to cudde up in bed next to excess quilts (no matter how beautiful they might be). though it might make it easier to get out of bed in less than three hours...

i am what i thought i was not. any possible responsibility for such, however, has been annulled, and i didn't have to do shit.
nice, i think.

do not ask for explication, not that it's ineffable.

Enjoy my jowels.

wows. never been there before, not that this saddens me, but it's a wicked awesome place. thanks to yalls that purchased me beverages and chillaxed.

oh, and here's a fuck you to the chick who was gonna buy me a shot then didn't. what was up with that? no, i wasn't trying to mack on you, i just puked not 30 minutes before. fuck! it'd take a lot of booze to cover up vomit-breath, more than i coulda handled i'm sure.

lastly, thanks to jon boy who said he'd do my david the gnome tat at about cost. people are fuckin' great.

chad may be rad
BUT
chad makes me sad
CUZ
chad hasnt accepted my add