I'm here in Portland. Like a big slap in the face, it's been sunny the whole time. God, or rather I should say, the idea of God likes fucking with me, or rather should I say, loves fucking with me. So, I got up this morning with a hangover for the first time in a week thank god (for the hangover not the "nice" weather), and I went to go take a shit and was reading this magazine, "Bust". Have you ever read this magazine? It's bewildering to me. You probably think I'm going to talk shit about it. I'm not. It's just a bit confusing. Now, I know a lot of people are going to disagree with me when I say this, and fine whatever, I'm going to go ahead and say it anyway: I think men and women are pretty much the same. well, actually, I think men and women are totally the same. We all want the same things: happiness, comfort, companionship, fun, accomplishment, satisfaction, alcohol, butt sex. But, you know, when I was reading this magazine, it opened up a whole nother world to me. I had no idea all these things existed. For example, did you know that in the job market, statistically speaking, if you're a woman, you get paid better determined by how good looking you are? I think the same thing applies for men too, but they're not oppressed, so it's different. Did, you know they make washable Maxi Pads? You know, I'm sorry, I set out to make a point here, but after, "fun, accomplishment, satisfaction, alcohol, butt sex," I completely forgot what the point was or why it was even supposed to be interesting in the first place.