FUNFACT: I had three sets of teeth. No really. First ones came in, fell out, second ones came in, fell out, and I'm currently on my third. When I was a kid I was all "Oh shit! Maybe I'm an alien! Or maybe a robot who's tooth-reproduction program malfunctioned! I can't wait to see how out-of-this-world I am!" Turns out it happens to people. Not often, but it does happen nonetheless. Goddamnit... I wonder how I woulda turned out if someone professional like a doctor or teacher or something played along with my games. I wonder how effed up I'd be if everyone convinced me that I was an alien and/or robot... Damn... That woulda been awesome...

Anyhow, the reason I haven't updated in a while is because I updated like 3 days ago, but fucking Bettie ran across my keyboard. Turns out she really likes the "Escape" button. I was like an hour into it too. Piss me off.

I started skating again. I'm a lot bigger than I was when I was 15. And thus, I need a wider deck to accomodate my size 15WW feet. I think the bearings I got in now suck too. Or maybe it's the wheels. Or maybe I'm just too fat. Who knows! That's what you get for using secondhand everything on loan from friends.

I got a custom deck coming from my tattoo-artist buddy too! She asked me what I want on it, and she's gonna paint 'er on! I can't fucking wait! It's gonna be so awesome. I'll post pictures once I get it. Problem is she says I gotta glaze/finish it myself. Hmmm...

The new NOFX disc is pretty good, "Wolves in Wolves Clothing" is its name. Some people are telling me that its sampler "Never Trust A Hippie" is pretty good too. It's rather cheap so I'm probably gonna get it. Or download it. Who knows.

Fucking "Death By Sexy" was fucking sold out. Assholes. They tell me that its arrival has been delayed by a week, but if they get my name and number they'll make sure I get a copy. I go back in, they sold my fucking copy. So I ordered s'more. Shitty bumfucks.

As effed as this fucking sounds... I wanna go back to work. I don't know what it is. Maybe the corporate machine has succeeded in taking over my mind, but I miss the extra cash to throw around. I'm going back on light duties soon for 6 weeks. That'll be easy.

Tattoo artist(s) for my next ink-job is having a lot trouble finding me a slot. His schedule is packed and he's starting his own studio, so... No ink for me for a while. Double-sadface. It's ribcage, so I dunno how thrilled I should be about that. Problem is, I want my fucking idea on paper so I can imagine it against my skin and tweek a thing here and there to make it perfected. He can't do that for me. Triple-sadface. Hmmm... Oh well. Waiting game.

My bass has been hella neglected lately. I should probably go play it. My skills are at an all-time low. I'm so fucked from this surgery-thing. Everything's stupid and lacking.

Oh well...

Oh yeah, for all the people who asked me what kind of surgery I got... "Inguinal Hernai Repair". A hernia (ruptured muscle tissue) in my ballsack. It was uncomfortable as fuck. I'm so glad it's gone. I got this gnarly scar though... I dunno how I feel about a scar in my pubic-region.

I can get drunk and fuck now!

I'm so happy!

Well... I should go... No pictures eh? Damn... I gotta leave some eyecandy of some sort...







Ah... That'll do it. That's Opie Ortiz. I'm trying to score some ink off him. That'd be a dream come true! The lovely Saraphine did some poking around for me, and suspects he is incarcerated. Unfortunate. Oh well... once again, "The Waiting Game".

Fuck, this game needs some new rules...

Take it easy!