i am a dj.

descartes says so.

ahem.

THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH A NAKED HUMAN BODY BE IT MALE OR FEMALE. ARE YOU OFFENDED BY YOURSELF IF YOU HAPPEN TO CATCH YOUR NAKED BOOTY WHILE PASSING A MIRROR? NAY! I SAY, REVEL IN YOUR FORM TO BE OFFENDED BY SKIN IS TO BE OFFENDED BY YOURSELF.

thank you.

oh... and...

I AM OFFENDED BY THE FACT THAT YOU ARE OFFENDED.
AND JUST WHY THE HELL ARE YOU SLACKING ON RAVEWAVE AT WORK? ARENT YOU GETTING PAID TO DO SOMETHING PRODUCTIVE?

jeff: what stuff for what book?

:D

*hands gordo a shovel*

eh. dont do that.

im trying to maintain my reputation as a bitch on and offline

its more like... what have i not bought on ebay yet? hmmm

oh the flattery...

way to kill a thread.

mmmmblah!

when is it not a good way?

get out while you still can.

no gordo, itd eat you first.

and then suffer the mizuno-lawsuit afterwards.

i use 3dsm. i hate it. i feel like a bobo pushing around polygons.

gimmik - booga

made: day one unemployment
made: being productive
made: sleepin in
made: gonna quit smoking

made: I QUIT.

metaphorically then, who died?

who died?

basildon - lowfish remix

made: saturday night sexor
made: "can you see the fnords?" ... "what?! how did you know about the fnords"
made: the last samurai
made: strawberry pie

and zsusanna budapest

cadmium red

i commend the guy/chicana for the amount of work they put in. holy fuck. commendable 3d just not enough experience with conceptual design... and uh... color theory.

if i could code, i would *so* do it.




pixels.... anyone?

[ www.rave.ca ]

oooh sneak posting. bad nimi.

my gut feeling on the last few statements is that something is going to go horribly wrong and im gonna somehow end up getting perma-banned from jeffs if i give matt one more well-rounded "fuck you"

taking bets now people.

i learned about vodoun, candomble, santeria, louisiana hoodoo and something that came out of the bantu religion fusing with christianity but i cant remember its name... starts with a p.

then i reread the principia.

then i sank london bridge.

sharon gave me shit cuz i gave her a wussy pecker kiss.

warm buttery popcorn and a can of ice cold coke... or maybe vanilla coke... and snuggles... and a good movie

i had fun dancing.
good beats.
was extremely happy vince made it ok.
and i was also ecstatic that i finally sobered up. my sober points were my highlights. that three hour hallucinating, jibberjabber, cant walk and talk properly was a real downer.

the end of an era

crackout with vince.

and when i wake up later im gonna listen to cadmium red by lowfish and watch south park and lilo n stitch

made: best boyfriend ever
made: new beginnings
made: carefully ignoring the list of things that ruined my day

contemplating which part of me i'm going to let die with 2003

steeeve come to m-dot

am i sick?
i think im sick
i can't tell

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

anyone doing anything eventful?