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wWednesday, March 17, 2004



I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
(Dirty old town, dirty old town...)


happy st. pattys, everyone.

The Irish are backstabbing, gossiping and begrudging, with a tendency to mindless violence. But they're faults that all people have. You can't say the Irish are worse than anyone else. Their faults are few. But the last thing the Irish are is perfectionists. And they're more interested in having a good time than in making millions. Lazy.

Shane MacGowan, from A Drink With Shane MacGowan



i lost my full time job a few weeks ago, and have been scrounging for work and food recently, sitting on my ass to save money and enjoying having the time to cook. so that's where I've been, kind readers. accept my total lack of care with respect to your missing me; the last thing I am is a perfectionist.

i have been keeping it real, however. eventually, I'll put up some pretty pictures of one hell of a party/contest that was held last saturday: RPS II, the second annual LA invitational rock-paper-scissors championship. I finished 3rd and gave out free mohawks -- my persona was "the Barber."

but tonight, anyhow, i raise a pint of black to you. erin go, brah....





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