cklarock

I have my head so far up my workload's ass that I can smell these projects' breath mints.

Here's the plan:

Stage 1: Work e'er' day all day including evenings and weekends.

Stage 2: Clear slate by First of May.

Stage 3: Get your moms to stop blowing up my SMS.

Stage 4: Take May off(ish).

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In other news, I saw DJ Liondub last night. I've known him as a reggae DJ, but was surprised to hear a mostly ragga jungle set from him. I guess he's producting a lot of jungle nowadays. It was crazy fun. Go to his website and check out his remix of Damian Marley's Welcome to Jamrock; its fresh.

It was a good crowd. Few to no obnoxious (hippies/cool kids/drunks), a light-hearted crowd who wanted to dance, and I even saw my friend Henry who once told me that, "a Comanche's birthright is raiding and plunder. We raided so far South that we have a word for 'monkey.'"

Despite his Comanche roots, Henry is one of the sweetest guys I know. I hadn't seen him in . . . uh . . . nine years?

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Sophie's cool ass brother bought us Season Seven of South Park. We've watched them all. I can't stop running around saying "Jeethus Cthriiist!" in Mister Slave's voice, and ". . . there's piiiiiza . . ." in Jimmy's voice.