cheapart

buddies.
i leave tuesday night for hottlanta.
apparently, there is going to be a whole new group of people there when i arrive. im still not feeling a trip to the dirty dirty, so im not exactly psyched.

i have been doing some good tattoos somehow, up here in the woods. that is both welcome and a little wierd. how is it that all of a sudden, dudes from all over have remembered that i represent in the mountains of new hampshire? and why all at once. when it rains it pours, and i have no idea what my gift horse's teeth look like.hahahahha.

so heres whats up in the woods:
its time to order some seeds for our garden. its definitely pretty exciting. i want to grow some delicious stuff.........
my little dog, olive, reminds me of the drunk black guy, lysol, on the mad real world episode of chappelles show.
i need to stop talking to my clients about butt-sex. they mostly have nothing to contribute to the conversation, so it usually sounds more like a sermon, than a discussion. its just that i am fucking obsessed with that crunk junk badonkadonk.
word.
thats all the news to report until i get to the hottlanta.
lates.