B-Day B-Log

Was my birthday last Tuesday. Brought my new Digital point and shoot (thanks John, Ellen, Steve, Crissy, Felicia, Bryan and Maureen) along for the day, because I know that you would be dying to know what happened. I'm that important. I'm sorta like a better looking Britney Spears, with less babies and more crotch shots.

First I went skating with Taylor, Fletch and their buddy Jason. I'm old so I can't skate that long before I have to duck into the woods for a beer.



Fletch jumped on the grenade and rode in the back of the truck, thanks buddy.



Got home, showered, scrubbed my bricks and went back out the door for some sushi. Forgash made this sushi monster out of the left overs:



Then it was off to Club 21 for a birthday blowout. They even had birthday drink specials for me:



Sean Clair was there:



Adam Johnstoner was there:



Scotty was there:



Justin and Mike were there:



Big E was there:



And of course, the Fonz —I mean the Bobcat was there:



Thanks to Maureen for putting it all together and making it an awesome day, and to everyone who showed up that I didn't get photos of. Here is to another year on this god-for-saken rock.

Now You Did It...

You've probably been paddling out to surf this here interweb, hoping to drop into the tsunami that is Crappy Scans Of So-So Photos and get spit out of the green room that is my verbiage. Then you get here and say "Hey Chris, where is all the stories to go along with the photos?" Well, it's been to nice out to sit around and write, and besides I'm lazy.
Dont' look at me like that.
What?
You think you're better than me?
Son of a...

Little Old Japanese Ladies

This photo reminds me of a joke: How do you get a sweet little old lady to scream "Fuck!"? Get another sweet little old lady to yell "Bingo!"

Shoebacca

Been a while since I put something up. It's been to god-damned nice outside. Sitting around on the computer has been sounding as fun as getting a gonorrhea test just for the hell of it, here's an old photo of Forgash for you azz.

For Those About To Rock...

Been feeling sick the last couple days. Not in the "Dude, that was sick!" kinda way, but in the "Feels like I've been gargling with barbed wire" kinda way. Wish I could tell you some awesome story but I am too kicked in. So for all you out there not feeling like shit, get out there and live it.

Waiting For That Creative Train

Haven't been much on the writing lately. Been trying to spend less time here on the porn box and more time in the real world. Soon as I get a good story, you'll be the first to hear about it.

Thinking About Summer

Growing up in the northwest I am pretty numb to the winter months. The rain, the grey—they don't get to me. In fact, I kind of welcome them. I like to not feel bad about lying around for a day or two, working on my bed sores and my TV tan without feeling guilty for wasting a few days. But this winter really kicked me right in the ball-bag. I couldn't tell you why. Just did. So the last few day of sun have been welcomed with open arms. Spent most of the day yesterday just lying in the park soaking up the U.V.'s.
I can't wait to bitch about how hot it is. Bring on the melanomas!