my Nick experience

this was my view....
he stood over me banging his tamboutine into the mic stand.
i touched his leg and he sang to me....
...my phone died after getting only blurry pics. luckily we made friends with the profesh photog in front of us...

Now for your viewing pleasure....

my first time

i'm speechless.

i'm not a blogger.

but figure this is better than driving myself crazy obsessing over the mundane pointlessness of my current existence. (insert pic of windowless basement office here)

does that sound suicidal? cause i'm not. i'm just stuck.

i need some excitement. like whirlwind travel...walking out of my stable job, flashing a smile and waving toodleloo. i feel like i'm on the brink of someting. the calm before the storm.

here's the good news.

my birthday and mexico are right around the corner. i think i might not come back. i will become a street urchin surviving on $ from my mariachi band and serving jello shots to underage spring breakers.

im not depressed. just sarcastic. now for a moment of zen