My fucking hands hurt. I just read Pauls post about his bathroom floor. I really feel for him because that is what I did this morning. I ripped out old tiles off a floor. It wasn't a bathroom. It was a bedroom. It's about to become the bedroom of a 12 year old girl. The girl wants us to paint the floor 12 year old purple. That is what I get to do in the morning, sand the floors and and paint them purple. It actually sounds allot more fun than ripping out tile again. Paul, you needed a scraper, one of those things you put spackle on with.

ok, This is a bunch of shit from the past month. There are some from North Carolina, when Arzu and Liz came down and we drove up here. Then there are some from Anna's house including a few of me in an awesome dress that Anna made.
Still no luck with my job quest. It may be the midnight train to Georgia next Sunday. I'm not sure but I need to get out of Anna's hair before I drive her insane. Arzu came here Saturday we went out and somehow ended up at coney island at 5 in the morning. It was a strange night. I need to stop getting wasted and giving out my number to every creep I meet. It's just plain silly. I sure do love my girls though.

I've been looking for pictures to use on this face recognition web site.



I can't wait to chill in the pmt hot tub.

I just updated my web site. I've been applying for jobs but no luck so far. What do y'all think of the new layout here?

"where is the egg and where did you come from?" said the bunny. "Nevermind that" said the duck, "here I am"
and so the bunny and the duck were friends and no one was ever alone again.