  okay so, now that that is out of the way... can someone please dear lord explain to me what would compell a backstreet boy to strike another human? especially a girl. boys should not hit them. in fact, backstreet boys should be forced to stay far away from them. ah fuck it. yesterday was my birthday and surprise, surprise i didn't get blitzed like a fucking high school quarterback. instead i found myself on a go-kart track in maitland, fl skidding out of control. this is not where i saw myself on my 24th birthday. then again, i never really saw myself as a screenwriter either and that happened. i gotta get back to new york or michigan soon. at some point last night i found myself scowering my goddamn phone book trying to find urlLink emily haines telephone number so that i could alert her to my desire of wanting to make about fifteen hundred babies with her.
then i realized that it wasn't going to happen because i never met her and therefore did not have her number. i called other friends in other rock bands, and then realized that i had taken too many shots of something and stopped before i got to that blitzed level and spent the rest of night storyboarding with a drunken member of urlLink small brown bike who was only wearing a pair of sweapants that were rolled down .
sexy? oh hell. its late and i need to go listen to the new urlLink pinback album "summer in abaddon" about five more times before i pass out. drawing is not fun. unless you're drawing privates onto subway posters of catwomen. goodnight you no people who read this. i love you all. thank you for giving me an outlet to vent boredom. 
