Today is Lea the Beav's birthday. I'd call and talk but I can't call and talk cuz my voice is gone from the sickness that has taken over my life.







I'm talking about my sore throat.

Why the hell would brian get the Wily Beaver to post that it's his birthday when nobody ever reads the beav anymore? So pathetic.

Anyway happy birthday asshole.

Sooooo.... here's an update. I'm sick. I've got this wieird tasting phlegm taking over my reperatory system and it's driving me Bananas.

Portland is where I'm from now. I don't got that many friends and I don't got that many things to do and that's fine fine fine by me. I like the grey weather and I like my coffee strong and my beer bitter and my women wet.(it rains a lot here)

my only problem is this city's sense of fashion sense. It's like everywhere you go you're at a sonic youth show. these kids are all a bunch of wardrobe fascists. You go to buffallo exchange and all the men's button up shirts are the same just different colors.

The new tv on the radio is kicking my ass.

death to the beaver. Long live MySpace!
Sad really.