you know, i think today is gonna be awesome enough that i can officially wear my ALL TIME favorite shirt. i bought it in 6th grade...and there has not been a day worthy enough to wear it since sophmore year. but today man, it returns. oh yes.

i have no idea why i wrote this here. maybe it's just cause i can never post at night because jon always puts the photodocs up. you know, kid stuff.

Jon, your hair! Wuhuu, you didn't cut it and you never will. Nice to see you wearing my tie, or, what once was my tie with great attached personal affection.

i was gonna cut it, but then, something happened...

for some reason we've gone on an indie/electronica craze. how did that happen?
blood must be spilt, thick enough to swim in.

jon, we must find a beach...i long for the sea, or at least a body of water that's bigger than the sweat that has collected every morning on my pillow. disgusting. NEVER BEFORE HAVE SECONDS PASSED SO SLOWLY. just went poopies, weirdest post ever.

another night, some random pics. some by chuck, some by me.
it's been flowing for decades, and will soon flood the radio, it will send shockwaves through the western suburbs... and BEYOND.

keep your eyes closed, because when teleport back in there is a uh... blinding flash... boom! holy crap, that was awesome.

chuck demands photo-doc. not too interesting, but, twas a night.
i think it's time to cut it. and time to get a digi of my own that works.

killer use of the hyphen skin bags.

ryan, i hate you. you're never using my laptop-thats-always-signed-in-to-the-websites-i-post-on again! I AM THE STAIR MASTER AND JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE JEALOUS DOES NOT MEAN THAT YOU CAN JUST GO AROUND AND POST AS WHOEVER YOU WANT ON THE WEBSITE!!!
that's it, you lose laptop privileges.

and anyway, the real stair master spells 'truly' correctly. foolio. bask in MY glory.

i take back everything i said. ryan you truely are the stair master and i can only wish to bask in your glory.

hah, you call what you did "mastering" stairs? i'd say it was more of a drunk stumble up to an imaginary bed where you'd dream your dreams of being in shape...an impossible dream for you, i might say. an impossible dream. for you.

we mastered the same amount of stairs, so don't go building yourself up like you were some kind of golden man god.

that's right, because if you were the true stair master, like me, you could break the rules of the matr...health club and push through your body's outer limits and achieve true rippedness. like i have. i AM the stair master.

i can't master another stair.

today was a good, good, good day. the kind of day that i was longing for while i was away. it's so, SO good being home. and on that note, check this one out.

the virtue in my veins replied "quitters never win"

ahhhhhhhh yeah, i'm all worked out and pumped up. graham...graham is a nice boy.
in fact, graham is an aboriginal boy.

whoa there, thunderstorm...calm it down.

how could you worship that guy? he killed a man.
yeah, but only out of revenge. he killed for your sins.

SHHHH! i need silence to mind-meld with the internet!

i saved myself for someone somewhere's sweet caress.
something goes wrong and all i sought was happiness.

me and ryan made a movie.
you can see it at my house, cause it's too meaningful to be played anywhere else.

I am back from two weeks of not being here. Guess what, I found Cheetos and Doritos in a Danish store... how about it!?

we are now serving in the name of lunch. in the face of breakfast is officially over. food in the shape of names...what if my name was myung-yeon shobadowski? answers, you have none.

huzzah!

i fell asleep in the new chair. i don't know when. i don't know where everyone went. i think i hate mono.

so i guess, if i really wanted to, i could go out, and i could buy some alcohol. maybe i should just go get a new driver's liscence. oh, and then rent a car and drive forever, yeah!