It's four in the morning and I can't get my fan to stop oscillating. I need all of it's mighty fan powers concentrated on me, and not hopelessy oscillating around my gigantic empty room.

Received a package from the pappy this morning and was quite pleased with the array of stamps on the box (Lincoln Memorial, a red fox (not the black dude from Sanford and Son, but the furry feline) and the American Kestral.

So I am just (straight) decompressing after a cordial chat with my roommate in which I expressed my concern and unhappiness with the revolving door of people who seem to be staying in our apartment. Currently it is the demure and submissive Thai girlfriend who services him nightly (surprisingly loudly). This is her second tour of duty in the casa de Whitey. She earns her keep by cooking him lavish buffet style meals of fried chicken and watermelon (--perhaps she has mistaken his pale visage and portly frame for an albino African American?) and cleaning the lavatory thrice daily. Can't say that I am pleased with this arrangement, and no it is not born out of jealousy or horniness, simply by my desire to feel like my apartment is my own sanctuary. Pleased with the way I handled it, though her latest stint will no doubt make me increasingly uncomfortable and hostile.
Ah, L'Amour.

Giants- Stop choking.
Zach- fly far from Sweeden and come to Korea's warm, ample bosom of dog-eaters and drunks.
Fan- stop oscillating

Well. I owe everyone of my loyal and demanding readers a monstrous, enormous, and emphatic apology. I have been a bad blogger and it's tearing me up inside. Truth be told, I actually have a bunch of ideas that I want incorporate into the site to make it overwhelmingly fantastic, instead of merely mind-numbingly compelling (--which it hasn't been for quite some time, I know). A lot of the stuff I want to do involves scripting, photos and even music, so I've just been a slug and stopped blogging altogether. And once the blogging stops, that's when the music truly dies. Now, I'm not making any crazy promises here that I know I can't keep, like showering everyday, or waking up before 12:00, or even blogging twice a week, but I want you to know that I'm still here and I'm caning myself internally, moreso than any Phillipeno policeman could physically cane a bread thief. Anyway, there's a lot that I have been meaning to talk about:my trip to Thailand, angry lady-boys, Matrix Reloaded, my continuing search for meaning in homogenic, diversity-devoid landscape. Mainly I want to talk about lady-boys. Basically, I'm trying to get all the technical stuff straight (Caleb:contact me immediately) before I get into the blogging in earnest, but I still appreciate people checking out the site regularly and it's shitty that I don't update more frequently. That's all. I'm sorry.

So Cosmo says you're fat. Well I ain't down with that.

posted by Sir Mix-a-lot