Thursday, January 22, 2009

My beard, forehead wrinkles, and baldness.

Yo.

There are so many quasi maori tattoos in this city that I want to kill myself. It's horribly hilarious.

The CBD is like a ghost town, too. I feel like I'm about to get raped/injected with and AIDS infected needle at any moment. Luckily, I get to hang out in the spare room (!) and get depressed about how I'll never, ever, ever have a job again (!). Pretty sweet....

At least THIS makes me feel better. The second verse starts with "verse 2, and who could bring it back like that?"

LOL. And he has his professional resume up.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Thursday, January 1, 2009