thanks and pulp

i'd like to thank all the common people for coming out on friday to distract me from and to help celebrate the addition of another year to my life with dancing, drinking, and screwing (well, maybe not that last one).

i had such a fucking awesome time (even if i wasn't completely drunk off my ass). it certainly was one of those glory days.

posing as a pissed off yelena and svetlana from the olympic games? you bet your mama.

did i really get a bag of assorted jerkys from a liquor store and a mini ipod as birthday presents? yes, and they were equally thoughtful.

roasting marshmallows in the firepit? sweet!

go-go dancing on wobbly stools? fuck yeah!

mons pubis? did you really just say mons pubis in a sentence??? holy shit! that's wrong.

hot tub at 3:30 in the morning? the water's warm. let's go!

feet of legs? middle finger of love? crotch of judgment? hands of abuse? yes, these and more can be found on the homunculus of ridiculousness.

who knew a box of melba toast could inform you on a "taste for life?" well, for $4.95 it can. just get yourself a large jar of mayonnaise and you're all set.

staying up until the sun comes out? not this time. but 5 am is pretty damn close. this is hardcore.

i love life. and hope we can all party hard again in the year 2000-5.

thanks again to all of you for helping the aged.