If you are the jerk who gave them my number, I hope weights fall on your face. They keep calling and texting in the early AM.

Back on Sept 28th we left for Arizona to throw (e:hodown) a surprise 40th party. Due to a nearly year long deception she thought we were going there for (e:lilho) birthday. This was so dramatic, she thought we were being such slackers because we wern't planning hard enough for (e:lilho) birthday but the reality was it was her birthday party so she couldn't be involved and everything was already planned.

These pictures are from the days leading up to the party, where she was totally confused what was going on.

I don't get how anyone thinks this is an appropriate advertisement. Its a francise called Lunchbox that waxes womens vagina's and the icon is a woman standing with a heart stamp lunch box over hers. It's basically objectifying women as lunch boxes.

Who exactly is this even appealing to? The advertisement itself was part of a longer sales article trying to sell franchises which seemed liked it was targeted at gay guys. The article was in the Southwest airlines magazine found in the seat pocket on the way to Arizona back in October.

It's been so long since I've written. I didn't even document any of my trip to Arizona or Las Vegas which was pretty amazing. In a way I felt it didn't matter because (e:joe) was covering it anyways.

I guess I just am too busy, which is probably it's own issue and at the same time after documenting more than 10 years of my life at the micro level, I got bored with it.

The thing that really has me wanting to continue is that it provides a sort of future storage bank/insurance for my human brain which will certainly become more faulty as it ages.

Basically, it's nice to be able to confirm something did or did not happen and what the situation looked like.

This picture represents how I feel about social media right now.

It's a full on war.