thefreddy

Hello everybody.

I know I've been MIA lately, but it's for a good fucking reason.

See, my roommate decided, out of the blue, that he was going to move. thing is, he didn't tell my ass. Oh he told my other roommate but he didn't me. Fucking douchebag.

Anyway, when he left he took the modem with him, along with some plates and silverware that was actually my other roommate's stuff (which of course, he never bothered to tell her this). So at the moment I'm without interwebz at the crib. fortunately there's some wi-fi at the cafe in Wicker Park which is where I'm writing this now.

So, yeah, roommate moved out. I DIDN'T get the fucking organizer gig. On top of that, the lady that interviewed me no longer works there. C'est le Vie I guess.

The only bright spot out of this whole clusterfuck of a couple of weeks is this:




Goit it last Tuesday at a tattoo party. And if you haven't read "Snow Crash" then you probably won't get the quote.

So here I am sans my own interwebz plotting my next move. Wish me luck and send all your prayers and love this way. Much obliged.