— 2.1.04 –(written on the J train) There isn’t anything in this city for me. Music scene? not since grandpa left reality. Friends? I don’t see much of anyone outside of work. I think being on my own will be good for me.It will force me to evaluate my place. Change though is my major reason. The subway, the streets, they all feel empty to me. If I had a job that I loved, what would I have but an income. Shopping, seeing concerts, drinking, and sitting behind a monitor and a mouse staring at crosshairs, eh could be done anywhere. So why not somewhere different? (End of napkin)Why did i choose a picture of grandpa for this update? Well cause i haven’t been taking many digi-pics lately, and well i felt that everyone should see that picture. (He’s emo, its ok.) Apparently there is a movie out there named “Ping Pong” or something like that. Its about ping pong. It inspired a friend of mine, krystal Steal, to get as many dykes (this is a term used for a certain faction of friends, not a term describing sexual preference) together and go to The New York Ping Pong, umm place in Flushing. So last night Jan 31th, about 14 dykes rolled up into this ping pong joint which was basically full of champion players, all asian. After an hour or two of fumbling embarrassment and loads of fun i finally decided to pick up a paddle and give it a try. I thought it was pretty fun and i guess i was kinda good. But like Grandpa said, this is probably just a 2 day fad and there will never be a ping pong night again, atleast not for a few months. Emperor Hole left for florida this weekend. He is going to go retire. I guess he figured at age 22, that he needs to take it easy in his old life. umm well i dont know what else to say. Keep on trucking[End]

Elphing @ the MET Museum “El Mummy” Coool right? Theres something dead in there. but like Really dead… like dead for like… a long time dead. errr yeah. I took this picture cause Andrea likes these things. Morbid…