ye olde crapfest

justin shuster. holy crap. firetrucks, cheeseburgers, destinos, the bar mitzvah of life, that one time on the bus in ninth? tenth? grade where we maybe almost made out? do you remember that?!?!? holy crap. myron shuster dds, mom who taught me how to write my beautiful "f's," and also got SO mad at me on a million and one occasions, singer's first party in which many people ended up in the pool and also cops, there is much much much much more, but you people just wouldn't get it so i won't bother subjecting you to it anymore. but anyway, friendster's good for something, sometimes.

damn puppy's here again. after i went through all the trouble of saying goodbye and crying like a baby yesterday, i came in this morning and he's just sitting there waiting for me. drat. but i will enjoy the extra time to hang out with him.

more louisville nostalgia tonight. john's coming to visit before he goes off to mexico for his cathartic pinata party. should be fun. there will be drinking, i'm sure of it.

i have a picture for you, but you must be patient. have to write about houseboats for a minute, then i'll get to scanning.