I didn’t intend for the last post to be cryptic, so allow me to briefly explain. All that was meant by the excitement of garbage can additions was that we were essentially being told “You can skate here, just clean up” and presumably we are not to sit and shit. That’s essentially the joy…
I’m in the woods right now and I can’t text. To some that may be unbelievable, but it’s totally okay. I don’t get phone reception, but I do have web access, so I’m going to update. I’m here because I needed to get away for a bit. I brought all my food making devices…my dehydrator, food processor, knives, young coconuts, penis pumps, and all the rest. Hopefully I will get some stuff done, but if I don’t get as much done as I wanted to, I can’t get too mad. I might go see Snakes on a Plane solo tonight, and perhaps I’ll go to the Dells alone. For some unkown reason Ive been listening to that one Go Team! song over and over. As tragic as that may sound, it totally makes me happy..not as happy as that new Wounded Kiosk joint though. I’ve been eyeing up this airsoft AK that I might finally pull the trigger on. No pun intended. In any event, back to the grind, here’s a few pics from here and there, and one ultra lame myspace pic… 
…and Steve, I don’t think I can make the beer study, but I think I can make Fashion Week. I’ll be there, and I’ll be nude…or at least without pants, because pants are always optional.