omg i had sex w/ my step brother!

In this week’s issue of the Phoenix New Times the cover story is about “vlogging”, which is basically blogging only with a video camera. Vlogging, to me, sounds pretty fucking stupid especially since journaling, to me anyways, was always about expressing yourself through the written word. The writer says there is a reason though that vlogging is so scarce and its because “web-addicted, opinion-spouting recluses are better read than seen…awkwardness, and incoherent mumbling run rampant.”

Thought I’d share that. Before the storm hits you know.

Easter was a success. We dressed like bunnies, did lines of coke and then talked politics naked along a crystal lake.

Not really. I worked outside butterfly exhibit that morning and discovered children really are manipulative little fuckers. They will be an awww of items and pick it up and play with it and the parents will be like “no, you cant have that” and the kid will be like “I know. I dont want it. I just thought it was neat.” all innocent like and they will go on with their business and eventually the toy will be theirs.

Fucking children and their “head games”.

I arrived home around one to find coolers and things ready to go. The girlfriend and her sous chef had prepared quite an elaborate picnic menu including a vast selection of cheeses, dips, breads, three cold salads and even some sushi.

Canyon Lake was packed but eventually we snagged a table along the lake and layed out our feist, drank champagne and congratulated ourselves on a successful trip away.

We brought a battery powered CD player and drank beer and talked about stuff and the girlfriend and I got in the water even though it was fucking cold and everyone else was a pussy. Sous chef Radames is fucking funny especially after he gets a few drinks in him and his wife is, well, not funny at all. Not much of anything at all because she hardly said ten words the whole time and really I had no idea that someone with a waist that tiny could have tits that big.

Easter ended with sin and sex as B&J came over for L Word night and we drank martinis and Tina fucked Helena even though Tina is pregnant and Helena didn’t give the grant to the California Art Center.

Monday the girlfriend and I went thrift store shopping and I scored an exercise bike for 15 dollars.

As of now I have to go to school fuck fuck fuck instead of write but I will be back to tell of more fun that occured with old friend who did necrophilia porn and her husband has a brain tumor and is a professional astrologist.

In time, in time.