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i'm totally pine-tree-ing in the most ridiculous pine-sol way possible. someone needs to apply a club and a drag on the way to a cave.

it feels funny?






I completely and wholly am all caught up with the print mailage. For your patience, you have been afforded random extra funneries per order (really!) such as photos of Adam eating the messiest hot-dog in all of Toronto. Frameables.

And what of the remainder of my ill-gotten Gottis? Well, I'm off to buy a costume for the Worcester Burlesque and a photoshoot this weekend, because sometimes--SOMETIMES--i like to a)wear undergarments and b)match. Don't worry, i'm still your loveable Captain Fancyfree. I just clean up nice.


I'm also going to add to this, with the Crimson Permanent Assurance that with a postive bank b., things will now move along like your better disciplined little wooden soldier. My fingers REALLY wanted to type "little wooden shoulder." Good for your heavy-duty parrot pirating.

I apologize for not mingling more this weekend. I was telling Pip that it felt like i had a twenty minute conversation and all of a sudden it was bar-o-clock and everyone was off vomiting in their respective bushes.

On the plus side, I did take the most stoned picture ever.

Say hello to my leetle friend, Half-Mast:



If Scopitone doesn't come back from the dead soon, i'm going to JAM JAM JAM IT into every person he has ever loved, left, or tipped graciously.

Hey, everyone likes moral ambiguity. Conflict resolution is the new staid adherence to circumstance.

p.s. Notice how I look mildly retarded as a blonde? Or is it the fact that I chew ice when I'm nervous?