so after much consideration and frequent bathroom breaks induced by caffeine enhanced beverages, i decided that shit ain't so bad. how can anything be bad when a constant stream of small children in chains is being lugged into the ice cream van owned by your neighbour?

got a new apartment that i'm drooling over. it's the kind of drool that a man of my calibur gets when he sees an attractive girl carrying a pc with one of those pentium quad core i7 server processors with 8 gig of ram and a terabyte hard drive.

and yes it's a pretentious "artist coop". and yes it's an "artist loft"
now when people think " OOOH ARTIST LOFT!!! FAP FAP FAP!" what it realy means is "small cardboard box where they give you crayons and used toilet paper and whip you and starve you if you cant "create".

no really. it's awesome as balls. not that balls are awesome try having a pair. it's like walking around with marbles attached to the underside of your penis, but when you try and get rid of them it really really hurts.

hmm. what else is new. oh. i'm getting sued. for overdue fees to US bank. my current game plan is to just try and offer to suck as many dicks as possible.

or to just take it. which is what i'm going to call plan B. "B" for "BITCH".

um. new apartment though. yes. my coffee addles brain is starting to create coherent sentences. and my apartment, (which is cool as balls) is going to be cool as balls.
me and my new roomie are having a B52's dance party upon our move in, which i think is slated to be on or around the date of december 15th. please do come and drink champagne out of tiny tea cups with us.

but alas the door to my bedroom is being scratched by what i hope is my cats and NOT my amputee neighbour. she sometimes falls out of her wheelchair an has to commando crawl to my door in an effort to get attention. as if being an amputee wasn't enough.

cheers all. i'm going to fetch the leash.