A weekend in St Thomas: Photo Essay

tussled sheets. a kilted Scotsman. renovated train stations. tan tuxedos and bronze perforated shoes.
the past, present and future. hot tubs, pools, rose and cherry jubilees. train tracks and one too many...

oh. And there was a darling wedding as well...










congrats, A Squared, congrats...

Crtl, Alt, zzzzzztttt.

My 'puter is busted. No. I mean b-u-s-t-e-d. I know a slice or two about these things, but i have absolutely no idea what i did. It's beyond the blue screen of death. Even the pro (aka. "my brother") was like : "cool! what the hell did you do?!?!?" (He gets excited by these things, where as I generally like to curseandscreamandrantandchuckitoutthewindow. My photos, my art, my music.... shit.

those viruses; they like to camouflage themselves amongst the the foliage otherwise known as "gay porn". serves me right.

(needless to say, I might not be posting for a while)

Bling, Bling,Ka*ching

I recently got a promotion and raise @ my soul-sucking day job*.

I guess (for now) that makes it my "soul-sipping day job".

...and yes, I'm in a new tax bracket...

* please see the disclaimer here