i went stealth for about two weeks, but there is sound reason for this.

photos are coming. and stories. a lot of stories. a few of them might be incriminating, but sometimes dignity takes a backseat to a really great tale.

or a monologue.

like the monologue i used to perform (by request) at keg parties, frat parties, dance parties, and parties of two just alike.

[it's a good one. and only compromised one semi-already-lame relationship back in the early college days when most relationships were semi-already-lame.]

photos and stories will come to you (whether you want them or not. hint: you want them.) when i find a pocket of time to connect one component (a memory card. and a memory.) into another component (a computer.) and BOOM it'll be like magic . . . but not like david blaine shit because most of that is just nonsense.

so in the meantime . . .

in an unrelated observation:

the two lead singers of lady antebellum have a chemistry that forces me to decide whether or not i think they're actually full-on lusting each other or are just totally the best actors on the planet.

i mean, let's be honest.