sometimes i wish i had a weblog that people could reply to. but then again, that would mean id probably have a livejournal...and thats just icky.

well, for those of you who haven't seen me since i left for college:

i've grown 4 inches to a healthy 6'0".

i've lost weight, too, down to a roughly healthy 145 lbs.

somehow, without working out, i became a tightly packed package of muscles that pack a punch.

i have one of those awesome, artsy unkempt beards without mustaches. except mine is REALLY awesome. it goes down to the middle of my chest.

i finnally perfected my brittish accent. the downside is that i forgot my old american one. eh, whatever.

i got 22,000 dollars worth of tattoos, most of which are of obscene nature. and the rest have destroyed cities and corpses and socialist slogans.

my hair got curly somehow, and it grew out into a perfect, wild "omar rodriguez." which is good, because it could have been a creepy, homeless-looking "cedric bixler."

i started smoking those new cigarettes that smell and taste like blue powerade and actually clean your lungs.

i bought sunglasses. cool ones.


so when you see me it might be a shock. just try not to freak out too much. oh, also, i might change my appearence entirely every once in a while, hang out with jennifer anniston and answer to the name brad.

REVIEW
The Pick I Made Out of a Fanta Cap
2 Stars (Out of 5)

it makes noise pretty well, but its short and weird looking and makes that annoying slappy/twangy/buzzy "bottle-cap-guitar-pick" sound.