what began as a journey downtown to see avail/propagandhi, ended up as a weak ass trip to the mobil lounge (advertised as "something something, sunday liquor")

i was reminded that i am, in fact, a yuppie, and not a lonely member of the working class who sees it fit to spend evenings stradling the bar-top video game machine playing a million and one variants to solitare or concentration, nursing a bud light. i'd much rather be doing more artsy-fartsy things like throwing clay or playing the hippie guitarist or something... (or at it seems more recently, abandoning all sense of reality to a game called counter-strike.. *sigh*)

rejoice with this little monkei, as i am a proud new owner of a '94 vw golf 4dr. everyone go for a nice drive, heck take yer loved ones and bring yer favorite cds/tapes. for those of you with nice weather and motorcycles, you'd best be riding the twisties for me...

eep opp ork ahh ahh