Friday, January 11, 2008

It's Friday, I'm in Love

with math. Check out this equation:


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http://www.de-quoi.com/public/apocalypse-now-apocalypse-now-9901130.jpg
Why, you ask? Well, through some sort of unholy convergence and confluence of unspeakable events not unlike the appearance, disappearance and reappearance of the McRib™® sandwich, these two lovely people (Mr. Shain - high school friend and G, college friend currently residing in NYExpensive) ate lunch together. In LA. Without me. Which can only mean they spent the entire meal psychoanalyzing my psychosis. Yay! If this world gets any smaller, I might actually have to finally go on that diet.

More later. I will finally reveal to you my recent preoccupation and whereabouts. It's top secret. It's also called Rock Band.

8 comments:

Michael5000 said...

And you thought it was weird when I sent her his Starbucks card.

Matt said...

I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

d said...

aaaacccckkkkk! world's. colliding. can't. handle. it.

seriously that shit makes me anxious and nauseous.

The [Cherry] Ride said...

Shain is the sign of the Apocolypse, period.

Julie_Gong said...

I hear Rock Band is better than crack.

5 of 9er said...

But if you try to smoke Rock Band you get some nasty plastic fumes and that's not so good.

G said...

Dude.

G said...

Also, this is my website (you've misspelt it in your post), to be soon updated as soon as I recover from a next door apartment being ON FIRE, a much-needed sleep, and two (count 'em, TWO) match.com dates tomorrow. Eek.

The content of Shain's and my conversation at el Getty: Blythe needs to move, preferably to NYC (my opinion), contemporary art = confusing and much stupidity, LA = okay.