i swear there were more posts than this. odd.

anyway, todays quest is to figure out what the fuck *s* means when someone is texting you (or as ed’s wife calls it as she drunkenly accuses you of cheating with her husband “texin”) …. i’ve unsuccesfully googled it.

so last night at oskers house we played rock band. we’ve all decided that i should have been a drummer. after a few cocktails i can score an honest B (85%)… typing of cocktails, I am so glad the boy finally invested in some ice. last time, when i was awol, i stayed at his place and i had to use a fucking frozen otter pop to cool my drink.. yes, it’s true. not only did he NOT have a corkscrew ( i had to open the bottle with a screw and pliars) he did not have ice to plop in it to chill it ( i know totally trailer style but whatevs it was white) see image below. it worked however.

funny things happen at oskies house. take his intercom tenant listing for instance. Please see image below

how funny is it that “koch” and “kuntz” live in the same building? how come osker never notices these things? it’s almost too good to be true. I nearly choked when I first saw it.

have a happy day darlings.

..P.S.
i am ass out of tunes. so sad… my ipods hard drive went haywire after i dropped it and so i had this ingenious idea that if i re-dropped it, it would miraculously fix itself. what it did do was crach (there i go with the “ch” = “k” sound- i’ve been koched) er, crack the screen. so now i have a jacked up harddrive and a cracked screen.. (“you are an idiot”)  “YES I AM!”.  i know you care.