Really, what’s the point?
So I spend my time going on fun vacations and then not telling anyone about them. But luckily, my computer has this sweet auto-correct function lately, so I can type quickly, not care how i spell things, and steve jobs just fixes it for me. Thanks steve jobs. Sucks that you had to die and shit.
Jon thinks I type like a retard because I hold my pinkies out like I’m having tea.
And I’m supposed to tell you about Hawaii now, but I gotta say – I just don’t have it in me anymore. Not hawaii, that is, but the ability to blog in a coherent, non rambling way. Maybe I should start drinking more. That used to be a recurring theme in my blogging days, so maybe that’s the missing link!
So. Let’s do this. I’m just going to play photo-roullette and pick pictures at random and then tell you about them. How’s that for incoherent and the opposite of cohesive?
You know, steve jobs, you’re really making me into a terrible speller. And lazy. I blame all my laziness on you.


























































