Breaking II (Yes, yes... Electric Boogaloo...)
An Addendum: I also have to thank Brian M. for encouraging me in the scourge of the blog. Of course, after all this thanks, I do actually have to write something.
Unfortunately, I am putting in my actual 15 minutes of work at the old J.O.B. right now. So I will update you all (read: no one, since no one looks at my so-called web log of life) on adventures in fekken Boston and my burgeoning career as a student-film diva later tonight.


3 Comments:
Like the arrival of Pope Benedict, this is long overdue. My heart is already palpitating with excitement! My smelling salts!
oh my god, des. fekken boston misses you. and i just got out of bed for like the first time since you left, shook the pug hair off my juicys, took 8 excedrin, walked into the living room, saw the sheet burrito on the futon, and thought to myself "so it wasn't a dream..." then i spent 3 hours having a panic attack about how much angus and his irish tang clan must hate me.
your brilliance touches me like uncle bob did when he was drunk in 1988.
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