(yo stee. i know
who dat?)

chris barron. spin doctor. little miss, little miss, little miss can't sing no more.

first correct answer:
chuck

I don't have much time as I have to go audition actresses for Frank's film. To play my love interest. Such a hard day ahead. Woah is me.

Quick story: I've been having terrible insomnia from the not smoking thing. So Thursday night I watch the ceiling for a long time, but finally fall asleep. At 3:30 in the morning, "BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!"

I freak. I jump out of bed: holy shit what the hell is that. It's my pager set to vibrate on the dresser. Vibrating.

Late night calls fucking freak me out. Late night pages are worse. Bad news. Only bad news. Or really drunk ex-girlfriends. It's a voice-mail message so I dial in and hit play.

(Computer voice.) "Hello. I'm calling from Internet Solutions. We are a new Internet Service Provider in your area. We would like to offer you..."

I got fucking cold called by an ISP at 3:30 in the morning. Fucking paged no less. And of course I couldn't fall back to sleep I was so rattled and pissed off. Grrrrrrrrrrrr...

My friend got a scanner so he scanned a bunch of pictures for me a while ago. Since I don't have much to say, here are some photos...

stella. lord was she cute.

stee and the elusive m.

m. and angel puppy.
first day home.
spaying scar. man, look at the huge paws.

on the dog, not the woman.

stee and m.

olive. she looks cute.

looks. can. be. deceiving.

last time i was back in new york. behind me is ben. friend since forever.
a really great guy... if you can look past the monobrow.

actually, young manhattan ladies: ben is single. wink wink.

The Corin "Corky" Nemec Happy Song Corner

 
 

Corin is undergoing "dealing with suppressives" training at the Centre tonight.
 
 
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