grendel

Alright, mofos (and I mean that in the most endearing way), picture this. . . I've got six hard cider's and a bag full of peanut M'n'M's floating around in my gut, I'm listening to Techno East Indian music and I've been looking up Application for Graduation forms from my old school on the internet. Plus I've been sneaking odd glances at Siren's new set. I've had to download and install three different FTP programs and try to remember my old FTP address from three years ago. I've been sorting through several ZIP discs looking for an old copy of a cover letter that I only vaguely remember writing. What a fucking Hoooooooooot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've got so much funky shit inside my brain, I couldn't explain it, I couldn't explain it.