molokai

wellowell...this is beginning to remind me of the never ending story or master baggins journey...

last night spent in the tender but mildly neurotic bosom of the scm matriarchy

smoke lasagna
vine and music quiz

lots of related girls changing outfits in (various degree of-) anticipation for the coming club stroll

i almost lost my wallet

tried out a camera phone one of the nieces has and vola! thats my picture on the left
i feel handicaped not having a digital camer, actually its a disgrace considering my profession

no less than 3 appointments ( shit what an arrogant word to use) tonight

social life of doom

my essay is secretly plotting against me - I found a receipt for 50 gallons of mineral acid (cant really blame it though)

my stock in analy academic is plummeting
-oh the things u get to moan and bitch about


btw - staring at the sun with tv on the radio