Discopants and Haircuts

I am not wearing pants as I type this. Actually I am wearing them but not where they should be. You see, sometimes I put them on my head to help me think.. and gain a little different perspective on the world. It makes me feel funny. I’ll spare you an actual picture of this. I am sure the imagery here is sufficient.

I am nervous folks. My buddy Dr. Tooth is getting married soon. They met some time after I arrived in Norway. So I haven’t even met her yet, which is strange. I mean, my buddy, a guy I have known for almost 20 years, is marrying a chick I never met. I guess she’s really nice. She’s an ex-crack addict and is really doing well now. Last I heard she just cut her meds to half, which is a positive step to take before the actual marriage ceremony. I wish I could be there but only so many people can fit in the prison chapel.

Apartment Update: In the last 5 days there have been 3 new apartments posted in the entire county. I think I need a beer.