the things they say about him

musings of a sexual libertine

Monday, July 09, 2007

like the title of pink’s recent cd...

...i'm not dead.

holy goddamn, right? i know. i totally suck for not writing. like, jackass-y levels of suck. two fucking months of not posting. you can blame number 3 (see below) for this shit. not even a nice, hot bath and a chewed oxycontin was getting any words out of my brain.

reader's digest version (in no particular order):
  1. work. like crazy, crazy hours
  2. a(n extended) family member's passing
  3. writer's block
  4. still getting laid...barely
  5. a mind-fucky fuck buddy
  6. candyass
  7. three little words

i'll have info on most of this soon - promise. plus, at the risk of sounding pompous in assuming you even want to know - more book and music reccos coming . i've read/heard some interesting shit. fo' reals.

hello? [echo]

shit. man i have a lotta work to do, eh? oh - and i gotta publicly apologize to "nyc nyc": my total bad in missing your email this past may. i would've nailed your ass for sure.