Spent the day helping Brendan out at his house/studio. I got there too early and Donnelly wasn't ready for me yet so I started the day out with an hour and a half long nap then helped myself to two bowls of Cocoa Puffs then listened to Howard Stern and scanned stuff for hours. After that was done I googled every children's boutique I could find and compiled a mega buyer database. Throughout this I learned an awful lot about Scott Weiland and found out that Christopher Lloyd's house burned down. And I ate a third bowl of Cocoa Puffs. When Brendan returned I took another nap while he took over the computer to get his internet fix. Then I capped off my day with some tie-dye supervision and gossiping.
But seriously, I worked really hard and accomplished a lot. Really...I swear!
Fuck...Brendan's totally gonna read this.
Oh yeah AND he gave me a pre-birthday present a few weeks ago which I am just now getting around to showing off to you.
I wish I had a catalogue of all the embarassing and inappropriate (at least inappropriate for a white guy from Connecticut) gifts I've given him over the years. I think I'm just aiming for him to get his ass kicked.
For those of you who don't know (aka Brendan!) this is the song the tshirt is referencing. A true classic: