About me: My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low-grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims, like he invented the question mark. Sometimes, he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy - the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical: summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring, we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent, I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds. Pretty standard, really.
Hey! I just realized it's been like a month since I've been on myspace. At any rate, I def want to get together for coffee or drinks or something this weekend. We can chat about life and of course the logo. I'm excited!
It's POSSIBLE that I may be going to a burlesque show rather than poker night this Friday. In any event, do you like burlesque? It's 20 bucks (which is kinda steep) but I'm going to try to scrape the money together. If not, poker as usual.
