Talking monkey, yeah, yeah. Came here from the future, ugly sucker, only says "ficus".

my sleep pattern is so messed up it's actually started to become entertaining.


life always gets about twenty times better when this kid shows his face down here. blah blah blah think i found a job blah blah blah still not sated with my need to shop. major in photography, minor in fashion. hm. perhaps a sense of the latter one would really help me out quite a bit.

i've been writing lately. not this crap, but you know, some of that "creative" stuff that just pops out now and then. it's been interesting. i haven't written in a while so i'm taking it and running with it until i pass out from lack of character development and a surplus of spelling errors. go count how many i've made so far.

tomorrow katie bird and i venture down to ft. lauderdale to shoot gio for some flyer. triumph.