To My Loyal Fan

Hello, one dude from germany who reads my blog and keeps sending me naked pictures of himself wearing a Lion mask (you've lost weight, by the way, good work.)

I haven't been blogging a hell of a lot the past two weeks, simply because I've left the comfort of the nest and trekked to a land far north of home to do some Shakespeare for the summer.

Benefits to summerstock

A) Paid housing
B) Little responsibility other than acting
C) Lots of breweries in the area.

Detriments:

NO FUCKING INTERNET.

Right now I'm in a coffee shop downtown, and there's a dude reading this over my shoulder. Yes, I'm talking to you. Stop. It's obnoxious. Visit the fucking site. You can see the address at the top okay he left.

I fully intend to, as soon as the aforementioned internet is installed (I'm told it should be today or tomorrow, but much like Unicorns and a second term for Barack, I'll believe it when I fucking see it).

So internet, in all your sweaty, creepy, lion-faced goodness, you'll have to wait for the following topics (you can consider this my promise to you):

- The Viking Funeral / Corporate Excorcism that took place when I quit my job to do Shakespeare
- Living in Jackson, MI
- How I almost died at a travelodge
- Being without porn for 2 weeks


And many other gems, so stay tuned. I'm sorry baby, I do love you i just, i just, needs some space sometimes, that's all.

Also: FUCK COMCAST. IN THE FUCKING EAR.

Cheers,