I believe it was eggs.

You need them in your life.

That’s right.

I suggested the shaving as a suitable alternative to the laborious chore of evenly cutting the dog’s hair and randomnicole of It’s Not us It’s You heard my words and took the only logical course of action.

I think the little sucker looks happy with it! Don’t you? He looks a little healthier, too!

Drunk, nearly blacked out, and unsatisfied with his life, Michael (Or SuperBR*, as we call him) did his best imitation of a tornado in the kitchen last night. He pulled a bunch of old vegetables and sour cream out of the fridge and decorated the floor and walls with them. Our other two roommates were sleeping. Michael laughed when I warned him how mad they would be and he jubilantly screamed that he couldn’t wait until they saw his modern art installation.

And, of course, as any good bulemic knows, what goes down, must come up.

*the BR stands for Baby Raper

Tonight is one of the first nights I’ve had to myself in a long time. Okay. I’m not exactly alone, it’s me and Hamm’s.

Yes. I’m drinking Hamm’s. I’m broke.

It’s a bit of a shock having to spend the bulk of the night alone. How does a young male like myself cope with such isolation? By utilizing the macbook pro webcam to take crapzor pictures of my recent used clothing buys. Time to indulge the gay part of my bisexuality. Fashion show!

Vintage Brown Button up shirt with dot patterns.

Purchased at: Bearly Worn, 50th and Division, $12

Levis Jeans

Purchased at: Buffalo Exchange, SE 37th Ave and Hawthorne, $28 (trade)

Adidas Shoes

Purchased at: Buffalo Exchange, SE 37th Ave. and Hawthorne, $24 (trade)

Green western shirt with star and horseshoe snap buttons

Purchased at: Red Light, SE 36th Ave. and Hawthorne, $18 (trade)

Brown perforated sports shirt with orange and white stripes

Purchased at: Red Light, SE 36th Ave. and Hawthorne, $14 (trade)

So put my TV up for sale on craigslist today. It’s a nice HDTV, but sucks at playing any non-HD content, including normal DVD’s, which I rent a lot of from Movie Madness.

The first offer I got was from the people who work at Forbidden Body Art a local tattoo store, offering a trade in tattoos for the TV. I think, if I wasn’t going to be short on cash very soon, and I actually had a tattoo idea, I would take them up on it.

I think the day I finally get a tattoo, it’ll go down like this. I’ll start going to a local strip club regularly. I’ll find myself a nice girl to fixate on: a real peach. I’ll display unprecedented enthusiasm for her performances, and then I’ll deliver the coup de grace, when I rip off my shirt while she’s high in the air, pole dancing, to reveal a huge tat of her face across my chest. She will fall off the pole in shock and knock herself out. Yeah. That’s my tattoo fantasy.

I like walking. I like taking pictures. I’ve combined these two glorious pastimes and, out of the dramatic fusion came this dripping bloodchild: my new photoblog. Seen Around PDX.
I’ll be updating it daily with photos like this:
Enjoy!

The feed hasn’t been totally dead, but, yes, I’ve been unloading chincy bonus videos on you for a while. Now, however, I’ve uploaded Erraticast, episode 35 in all it’s messy, full-audio glory. Here you go, kids:

This episode features two of my three roommates, Tim and Gareth.

These guys offer you an alternative for when Twitter is down.

My friend Jen, who KJ’s at the Stargate Lounge a.k.a. Chopsticks Too here in Portland gave me a list of her top 5 all time hated songs for people to pick.

1. Total Eclipse of the Heart
2. What’s Going’ On
3. Don’t Stop Believin’.
4. Loveshack
5. Summer Lovin’.

The main reason being that people either can’t sing these songs, act like total assholes when they do, or both.