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okay. a new entry...

i keep telling myself not to do this when i'm drunk, but it's way more fun...and i don't care enough otherwise...

i just came from the bar shooting pool with my friend/cooworker who i can rarely get out.
6 pints and some cold meds on a work night...i'm well conditioned...

i love beers with nitrous, especially ones that aren't guiness. not that i don't like guiness, just that i love the novelty.

i have a girlfriend now which is awesome and weird. i get so used to being unhappy i convince myself that i'm not, and when i have cause to be really happy, it feels somewhat unnatural and a little scary...but i love it so much i'm afraid to fuck it up.

i haven't been making art much in the last couple weeks and i have to make more time cause i'm really missing it.

i'm lazy sometimes...like lately...

i need to start working my limo job again 'cause i'm tired of being unfashionably broke...and the whole poverty chic is so...like...90's.

my gf and i need just a little more practice, and then i'll be the worlds greatest lover...
that and i'd prolly need to be bi...
they got all the good moves.

my jeep finally went to te mechanic and it is severely fucked. this isn't what i wanted to hear...
maybe my bike will be and easier/cheaper fix.
why do machines hate me when i love them so much?

ps. harleys are overrated. it's the europeans that really know whats goin on.



i love soup.