gayballs

I just opened my refrigerator and it looked like this:


And that can only mean one thing: My girlfriend fucking rules.

I don't remember a lot of last night. I remember 3-4 white russians and a lot of beer and cigarettes.
I got some pretty good gifts, too.

I'm a little hungover now. It was much worse a couple of hours ago. The pain is going away but the diarrhea is here to stay.

Last night we went to Sea Siam, my favorite thai/jap place.
I had something called goong gang poon foong or something and it involved a lot of crab and fucking shrimp and rice and it was amazing. Here are photos.










We then came home, ate cake, drank a lot of alcohol, talked shit, and watched Wolphin into the wee hours.











It was a good birthday.

Thank all of you for the texts, phonecalls, emails, SG messages, threads, e-cards, -- everything. Thank you.

My 27th year was a rough one where I was lost then found then lost then found then lost etc. My 28th is already shaping up... pretty badly. So I appreciate all the love and affection that I get around here. I promise to give back as least as good as I've gotten.