Boring Is Worse Than Murder.

That's all really.

Except I'd rather hang out in a grave with that dead, brains-hanging-out, kooky indian kid who shot up the assholes at his school than hear your stupid recycled BORING political punditry one more time. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!! (all of my readers and friends exempted). Please -- for the love of god, go out and gang rape some nuns -- just don't bore me with your stupid arguments about how Michael Moore at least "get's people to think". If the nuns don't turn you on, you can even gang rape ME. Pour acid in my anus ----- In fact --- ANYTHING -- but please please please oh dear Jesus Christ in an easter basket please.... STOP BEING SO EXCRUCIATINGLY BORING!!! Ouch. That actually hurt my head.

And another thing, Death From Above 1979 tonight, around the corner at my pal Michael O'Connor's place, The Independent. All I'm saying is that it's too bad the rest of the band couldn't make it. The show would have probably rocked.

Now here is a lovely picture I took of my beautiful friend Maria. She is one of the nicest, sexiest, human ladies on the planet and she puts up with me more than any person ever should.

Holy crap she is hot.
Did I mention I am drunk? I'm sure Maria already guessed that.