Fook

yeah, i hate that shit.

i swear, it's always at the worst time. like last year when i came out here to chicago for two weeks to visit jean-anne when i still lived in new hampshire. i'm pretty sure she was on the rag for like the whole first week i was here, and once again when i moved out here. i was climbin' the walls, dude. all i had was my penthouse/hustler stash when i moved out here. i didn't have my extensive electronic porn catalogue, otherwise known as my hard drive, because it hadn't been delivered yet...