Wow. So....yeah. I never remember to check my inbox here anymore. If you're trying to get in touch with me here, phone/email instead. Everyone else, I'm sure I will revel in your friendliness just as soon as I'm not too lazy to check my messages. Y'all have a great day now.
Oh, and if your message involves anything along the lines of "holla" or "sup", or if you persist in spelling "what's" as "wutz", then you are wasting both your time and mine. I don't want to be your "shawty" or your "boo", nor am I interested in meeting your "boiz". Shoo. Seriously. Arbitrarily capitalized letters are also a great big no-no. Cause, ya know...it's painfully stupid.
i love my dogs, i like tacos, i hate people who get off on being mean and sucky and thoughtless. creepy obnoxious negative people give me hives, & hopefully they will be devoured by a giant squid long before i come across them.
sometimes i'm a yoga instructor, sometimes i do other, somewhat more boring stuff for work. i know how to replace a distributor cap. i really miss the sound factory. and arena @ the palladium, and NASA, and disco2000... but my liver does not. i can swear impressively in numerous languages. i tend to go on vacation a lot, mostly to strange and/or 3rd world places. i will steal the blanket every time, and maybe even make a move on your pillow.
i live in ibiza most of the time,
where i generally behave quite
badly and end up in mixmag. (ok, just
once.
but it was ever so bad) lately it
seems like i'm turning into a gay man, cause all the
guys i'm attracted to lately have a certain air
of "chelsea
muscle boy" about them...(i'll be the one loitering
outside david barton after the joey arias disco workout.)
and obviously i have way too much free time, time well
spent out drinking and carousing with you lot, time spent
in the bathtub eating jello, time spent leering at the agent provocateur catalog, time spent lounging
around bliss like a sloth. (but a sloth with radiant,
glowing slothskin.)
this is my oft-mentioned cousin tony. he is also my very best friend in the entire world. he lives in beijing right now, teaching engrish, getting stuck in bicycle traffic jams, showing a blatant disregard for international DVD copyright laws, and (presumably) fornicating with many, many young asian girls. i miss him enormously, and that really sucks, but soon he will visit NYC again, or i will go meet him for an interesting vacation in cambodia or india, where we will be menaced by cigarette-smoking monkeys. kickass.
oh, and one summer we had this isanely huge loft down on ludlow and stanton, right above pianos. so if maybe you were ever smoking and yelling drunkenly outside pianos and somebody maybe dropped a water balloon on you, well, that was maybe me and tony. maybe.
he has a photo site with stuff from all over asia, some of which i suspect was the product of too much strange asian alcohol. (soju?) this would be the link to his website, if you clicked on it....*ahem*:
***tonyphotoland***
