i've been chilling in the CET. That stands for something like "central european timezone". I haven't bothered to check if that's correct. As you know, the nba playoffs have begun. Because basketball is a wondrous, godly sport, it's played in America. As such, it occurs during reasonable hours. Unless you're 9 hours ahead of PST. So here I am, at 607 in the morning, waiting for the blazers/suns halftime to be over so i can continue to stream it from my friend's borrowed computer.
The spurs are nutting on the competition.
Ginobili looks like Sin City.
Berlin is overrun with Canadian graphic designers.
I miss the crew. no homeowner.
ljl
ps: stay tuned for my true story about how I got wasted, took tons of pills, then walked around the red light district of amsterdam crying because i couldn't get a boner.
pps: ive had no computer for over a month and so i still haven't heard the new ballatician$ ep and that really really really really pisses me off. I bump the wolfgang all across this half-assed continent.
ppps: this european ash cloud messed everything up. I'm headed to stockholm this week to hopefully make some rappity rap with skugen av svampen (there's a super decent chance i mispronounced their name). I'm also looking for my gorgeous swedish wife with tits the size of me.
RIP GURU
