ye olde crapfest

well alright then. work is done. now i sit.

had lunch with jakebaby today, he's leaving for the appalachian trail (the whole thing!) on saturday, it's crazy. when he gets back, he's gonna be all skinny and bearded and will look a little like manson--they all do when they get back from these "sabbaticals in the jungle." i wish him the best of luck, i hope his dehydrated tube steak tastes great, and i urge him to always wear fairly clean underwear, i mean, what if something were to happen?

i'm glad we're buddies again. there was a time when i figured i'd be happy never speaking to him again...it was an unfortunate "twist of fate" the way things went down there, and yet, somehow, we have overcome the obstacles and gotten back to the point where i can make jokes about him masturbating to thoughts of me. have fun, joaquim. you will be missed. i know, i'll see you at the bar before you leave, but still...this is the official "crapfest sendoff!" you lucky bastard.

tuckdawg! i'm reading! keep writing! you're funny!

did i ever tell you that i play the gee-tar?