huh.

Dear Gay,

jesus christ. for all the times you've locked yourself out, i can't believe i've never been there to witness it. also: don't you have room mates to let you in? that's what room mates are for. that, and to steal from.

also: on saturday morning, i was like, 'i should tell sticky about the show i saw last night'. and then i went on to the blog and saw that i already had. huh. seems i was totally black-out drunk and yet still able to relay surprisingly complete thoughts. interesting.

and then! before i was able to finish reading your latest entry! my logic board kicked out! the screen went blank! and the little ibook was toast.

she's all done. ah, that little ibook has served us well. remember when we used to share her? she's been my constant companion for four years. she's served me up a lot of porn in that time. as well as a bunch of work stuff and all that. and now she sits in 12 pieces on my dresser, completely gutted. bulldog carved out her hard drive.

and we plugged it into

my new macbook!

eggciting. brand spanky new macbook with all bells and whistles and whatnot. it's got garageband (warn cat that new audio is coming - all over her face) and it's got one of them little webcams built in above the screen. so look forward to many inappropriate photos. of my eye.

and . . . bye.
spanky millionaire.