i often type “.coim” rather that “.com”. i fell about 5feet directly onto my ipod and it still works, i however am limping and have a rectangular bruise on my leg… i also have a moustache, it is funny, i feel like a high school shop teacher…it makes me giggle and other people stare…get one now, before everyone else does.

cashews are delicious.

theres a new banksy book out.

so i got one-a them there ipods, originally was ordered the tiny shuffle pod [which would be cooler if they named it the shuffle-a-pod but you know…] i ended up just getting the 40gig because after ordering the lil one on the fist day they were released and being told it would be shipped the next day, it went up to 3-4 weeks, so being a child of instant gratification i said fuck it and went all out. now im gonna make an integrated/hardwired dock in my cars dash board, so its time to learn about fiberglass. im also in the process of making my roommates dog love me more than she loves him.

today i went to greel-e for court [going 75 in a 45 on my way to thanksgiving] found out that i have so many points cause im old that im gonna start ramming pedestrains for fun. then went to ftc to ride but noone was answering phones so i go to buy some cds and ryan dev. is also there and we both bought the new bright eyes cause were pathetic. he and andrew are possibily comming down here in a bit, and then $1 tacos for all.

i have a fun mail based plan, keep you eye on the mailbox. it may require a website too, anyone interested in helping must be sworn to secrecy…just need to discuss and refine my plan with others, but it will take a year i think…if it works it will be pretty…even though its sort of a stolen idea from someone else… in the end it will be up to you…that whole last part sounds so stupid, oooohhh mystery, i’ll never really geet around to doing it, its just like everything else i say i’ll do.

i know i was supposed to intend to think of writing meaningful things, but yeknom keeps popping up. i go to court tomorrow, 75 in a 50, if i leave with any money its a quick phone call to st louis and a big box of shirts should be here in a week, roughly in time to go to california [im trying again] then it was just decided today taht march’s trip will be to canada…goodnight moon

we stared building a ramp to day, it does not make sense, it has a section that is made on a foundation of sawzall’ed shipping palletts stacked eight and a helf feet [floor to ceiling], then one 10′x5′ quarter with a pallette/bank extension and a 8′x5′ vert 1/4, it will be finished off when i take the ramp from my eastridge garage up there next weekend hopefully. [here’s crappy phonecam pics] we spent 5 hours cutting tiny [less that 2″x2″x4″] pieces and wedging them into place to support the plywood that will be covering it, it will here after be known as “the animal shim ramp” then i came home and took sharondas brakes off, which was retarded cause im gonna need them to ride shim, or crash through a wall trying it without them.

the month is almost over, so theres finally a new flavor.

[i like acting like people actually come here looking for interesting stuff, but understand that it matters to no one what so ever]

it’s also fun to make such…accusatory [if you will] statements while knowing full well that they are unable to respond due to the comments being broken.

today i did nothing. thats not true, i learned how funny it can be to mail random stuff to my friends, start watching yr mail kiddies. if you want to get some custom randomness, just send me an email with your preferred shipping address and you’ll get an envelope of goodness [my personal opinion of it at least] in a week or more, cause im lazy. i went to sleep at 7:45a.m. woke up at 3p.m. mailed stuff by 5:30, ate, played records, came home to a house of underage drinkers and now am listening to them think of new ways to challenge their strength against each other. knife fights was the last idea, but they won’t go for it, too bad.

possibly related to my lip biting, the left side of my skull [right above my ear] feels like a shovel was smashed into it. in other news, this bike is a pipe bomb on sunday in denver, gwar in boulder feb 22nd, danzig in denver march 11. theres another good one coming soon, but i forget. again, i hit the hell out of my head the other day.

the other day i fell down riding bicycles [an activity which i rather enjoy by the way] and during the ensuing crashy bit i hit or bit my lip hard enough to make it bleed, then at work it was asked of me if i was a carrier of herpes, and every one looks at my with a bit more pity than usual. unrelated to this, i realize that despite having a deeply rooted, strong work ethic, i am a rather lazy person. now that im finally being promoted at work all i want to do is quit and head to the road [i nearly drove to st. louis tonight, just from getting a voicemail from a friend near there] i dont think i’ll be returning to camp this summer and hold nothing but regret for that decision as many/most/all but 2-3 of my best friends will be there and i see them rarely anywhere else. athough i deny it to myself, im still grasping the idea of quitting at the lasst minute and running back east for fun and living, ass i dont do much of that here, or rather thats all i do here, just the repetative meandering nothingness that is my everyday life when work becomes the focal point.

also, im in the market for a valentines date in the northern california area, any takers?

so so so good. i spent the weekend in greeley supposedly helping my dad drywall the basement but as he was stuck in dallas/ft. worth airport for a day or two flying back from florida, it didn’t go so smoothly. i did get to attend the redneck extravaganza that was/is motorcycle ice racing and it was a good time, but for other reasons to me than what the general audience was there for…whats the point of being a hells angel in northern colorado anyway?

“everything happens kind of the way it’s supposed to happen, and we just watch it unfold. and you can’t control it. looking back, you can’t say, “i should’ve…” you didn’t, and had you, the outcome would have been different.”-rick rubin

p.s. gwar feb 22, boulder theater, who’s with me?

work till may, go to camp for a bit, then back to europe and maybe stay there as long as possible/forever

also, cupcake fight.

i fell better, that is, feel better…therefore, mail is on the way, new years pics are up. its funny that i know im feeling better because im making posts at 4:30a.m. saw house of flying daggers tonight, very good stuff. saw my dog yesterday, even better stuff. its also funny that the gallery with the most views on the “media” section over there is the one with a picture of some random girl on it, and while the gallery has 600some views, the actual pic only had 120 views, just noticing shit, blah blah blah. oh, im back to wanting to quit my job, so if you know where i should move and what i should do with my life, feel free to get in touch.

my 5 year-old love affair with the minimart premade eggsalad sandwich came to an apparent and screeching halt somewhere just west of the nebraska/colorado border this past sunday night. this has adversely effected my bulletproof plan of working 14+ hour shifts for the 4 days after returning from chicago. now i cant tell if im actually still sore form newyears, or if its the death slowly trickling from my nostrils. i woke up this afternoon [1hr nap betwixt shifts] and it was so dry in my room that my tongue was stuck to the side of my mouth, i thought i had bitten myself, but no, just a little innermouth dry skin. it the most fun when blood comes out when i blow to often…yes, fun.

as a result, there are a few things sitting on my desk that were supposed to be mailed, but they’re gonna wait till i can make it trhough a day without sleeping and working the entire way through.

just rolled back in from a nice weekend in chicago for new years debauchery. booze, velour tacksuits and angora baseball hats, rezzas, gaylords, fights, thrown bottles, rollerblades and steep stairways, shopping carts, luxury suites, bathrobes, bubble baths, 2 cases of champaigne, 2 cases of the sham-pain of beer, made the drive back in 13 hours, harper has some pics here & here. ill have mine up soon.