For all my faithful readers, I'm not suicidal. Right now, I'm pretty happy. Sure, I have shittonnes to do, which I will inevitably blow off till the last minute in true Joel fashion, but hey, at least I'm always having a good-ish time doing it, eh? Besides, all my razors are kind of rusty from being in my drawer for so damn long. Nobody wants to finish themselves with rusty shit; I mean, you might get tetanus or something. Fuck that.

This summer has been all over the place - tokyo, singapore, istanbul (and a little too much chicago, in retrospect). It's been wall-to-wall, end-to-end bumper filled with goodness, where goodness is defined as interesting shit - you know, anything light and fluffy with an interesting texture. I have too much to do now, though, hence, anyone so inclined can leave me messages on aim, or icq (if i ever get down to running that), or drop me an email (which I'll take far too long to reply to), or look me up on the facebook, or call me on my phone, or distract me somehow. I'll love you for it, and resent you for it at the same time. Mostly love, though. Especially if it means some sexing. Unless you're a dude. Yeah. Something like that. Later.