yesterday was terrrrrrriffffic! dinner was da bomb; my peeps are da bomb; and everything afterwards was gnarly (dude!).
got home at 4...just woke up to answer a phone call. after attempting to blow, only to fail miserably, i pulled out the biggest, blackest, bloodiest snot from the roof of my nose. the experience was so painful beautiful that i cried. my voice is so hoarse and raspy, my shoulder feels like it's broken - probably from some weird position i took in my bed last nite...and i feel a slight fever - which better not be a cold or flu. in a few hours, i attack those dreadful malls again to complete phase II of my 2004 shopping experience. before that though, imma need 4 cans of red bull, a cold shower, an air-horn blown in my ear and a kick in the balls by a punter to really get into the zone.


[a punter/guy who kicks the pigskin between the uprights
and/or kicks the scrotum between my legs]

thanks for the tshirt again, ani!

p.s. i still didnt get my pants from the dry cleaners yet. can you imagine if i waited and waited???? i wouldve probably showed up in my thermal underwears or even jogging pants.
yuck, that's my morning breath calling...i need to rendezvous with my toothbrush.

cowabunga!