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Updates.

Well, my shoulder-mount and my fluid-head tripod showed up today. So, that rules.

Also, my business cards will be showing up Monday. 

You can say it. They’re adorable.

I’m getting the website prompts sent to me tonight.

Oh, and I have a phone interview for a editor positon at ESPN Mobile tomorrow morning?

Just signed up for the Rock n’ Roll Mini-Marathon in Chicago.

Sign up too, you butts. We can party afterwards.

Fuck it.

Growing a beard again.

Arnold Palmers and Good Feels.
  • Finally got my bike back from my old apartment.
  • Going to Nashville on Thursday.
  • Going to Los Angeles at the mid-April.
  • Going to Coachella shortly after.
  • I’m getting a media pass for Bonnaroo (Thank you, HeadCount!).

It feels like summer. I just want a hammock. Time to put that on the ol’ to-do list. Where is that thing? 

To Do:

  • Buy a hammock.
  • Get bike back
Busy busy busy. I guess I could tack “get an actual job filming something or shoot that Meeting Murray documentary I always gab on about. Am I using ‘gab’ right?


Also, I’ve been burying the hatchet with some people who wanted nothing to do with me a year ago. The more I think back to how childish and whiney I had become, the more I realize something. 


You were right. I didn’t give you enough credit.


On that note, can I just say that I know this summer is going to be great?
Hm.

Well, me and Tim are going to start uploading more original/funny content here.


So, I made a personal blog to deal with the ramblings about life, feelings and other boring stuff. 

Message me if ya want the URL.

Bourbon and ginger ale….

Hangover.

Southern Hospitality.

I’m currently laying on my friends couch in Louisville, watching Shameless, eating homemade chili and playing Draw Some.

If this job interview doesn’t work out tomorrow, I’m going to start considering making a career out of couch-hopping.

2012

So far it’s been pretty neat.

can we see ur face? u always cover half of it up lol
Anonymous

Fine. But if you think you’re going to get tits, you’re out of luck pal.