shit son!

it's set. new crash pad: belmont and western/roscoe village. no, not under the bridge you fucker. living with two dudes right near the beat kitchen. goddammit is right.

turtleneck

last night was the first time i had an uncut. i mean, i think it was. i couldn't really see. but it felt different. to which my response was awesome.

i was also in true form when moments before my pants came off, when there's the understanding between both parties that they will, i said:

"Uhh..I gotta tell you something."

dude: "ok..."

me: "well, i don't know how to say this.....uh....i'm...not all...female"

which took a minute, all drawn out with a lot of sighing.

dude: ".....uh, ok."

then i busted out laughing. hysterically. and thus he realized i was joking. it was the height of my comedic career.

good times.