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I've been meaning to share this for a while. I found this picture of me working out in a friend's room on her bulletin board and stole it. She had found it in the darkroom and took it for her own. As I recall a guy named Noah needed pics for his photography project and I was there at the time. That's the history of the photo. I'd put it in here but it's too big. All "that's what she said" jokes will looked down upon with furrowed eyebrows and disdain.

The pic is now in my gallery. Feel free to look into the very essence of vanity.

Carly Simon was right, I do think that song is about me.

Anyway, going home this weekend. Looking forward to seeing Nikkita and Seandave. Dude, Seandave is leaving for a while soon. This makes me sad. I've known this guy for so long I don't remember meeting the fucker. I am really happy for him though. As much as I disparage Fullsail and all, I'm really proud of Seandave for seeing it through. Now he gets to spend a ton of time with one of, if not his most, favorite band the River City Rebels. He's doing what he wants, taking no prisoners, and not making apologies. He's a modern day outlaw... in the semi-productive member of society sense of the word.

School's ok. I'm thinking about getting a job next semester because I kind of miss not having one (that's the first sign of a life threatening problem I'm sure). I really need to start making lists. I'll edit this when I have something important to say.

I call it, "Love and the Dead-Eyed Stoolie!"