curb squirrel smoke da nut

two of the most exotic and beautiful creatures, together at last! i spent a large portion of this evening singing Ronstandt and Neville's "don't know much" to burney.

post-pitchfork on saturday we went to see torche and harvey milk. i couldn't see torche, though i picture them all as very nordic looking with giant beards. i think i'm way off. harvey milk was loud and vibraty, i hit up the dance club downstairs around the second song.
mat and jason ensued dancing, smacking eachother's asses.
and then we broke down.
wait, am i making this up?

sailor?

how in the hell does this happen? first off, how do you get a squirrel to wear a drug rug standing on a drug rug? second of all, how do you get so lucky to hang with a squirrel of that caliber?

i saw a cow give birth to a calf yesterday. did you know that they eat the placenta afterwards? wait, am i making that up?

best, ever.