seems, i’ll get to keep that one nickname after all

funny re-opening of contact… a short “who the fuck are y… wait the fuck up… are you … ?” – yep

and all is fun and beer… well, not exactly… seems, my old pal has gone the way of all those who kept up with me for a while… anti-alcoholic.

either that, or he’s just fuckin around. will probably see next friday.

gnarrharr!

ps: my “evening appointment” went quite damn fucking nice… in for a freelance job for starters (beschnuppern, sach ich mal). i really like their philosophy… “we need good, dirty designwork”… i’d have never thought that 5 words out of a guys mouth could ever sound so tempting…

leaves me with at least 1 weekend full of work – luckily i have pals, that ashure me that “who gives a crud… i’ll still call you for the casual saturday binging tour”

tough shit, kids… this weekend, there will only be ONE thing keeping me from design work. well, maybe just one more. nuff said.

gotta feed the pony.

and although ill be laughed at for the following, i kinda like the song… or maybe it’s just the starting scene. ich sag nur: gotta love them stripes… but then again, the voice is pretty darn good… gotta like a woman capable of singin’

and a classic :)