CRAP o' LA..stuck in this damn meth LAB, uhmm i mean comp LAB again...(fuck i wish)........ its 8:30 and everyone is heading off to Vynyl(best deep house club in LA) in 2 hours.....shit what to do what to do. Sit here till midnight and stare stupidly at the 50 monitors and half dozen or so zombies still in here... or stare at one big screen in the club and say ten times to complete strangers , "dude....trippy lights and visuals man......." uhmmmmm tough one.....fuck this i'm outta here.

OK..so i found myself a "backup". For those of you gross and disgusting ppl who have GF/BF's and are sooo fuckin happy and blissful(may u all stub ur toe and something REAL hard.....) a "backup" is for us idiots who isn't likely to find a mate for life in the near future and so u get urself a "backup"(its like cheap insurance) and u both agree that when the two of you hit a certain age and aren't anywhere close to getting married..... you just agree to marry each other by default. Lovely concept no?? Sigh...well ADDY u better get ready..cuz its only gonna be 8 years b4 i hit 35 and i expect two sons and taiwanese food everynight.......