The day was Monday, March 21, 2005. I think. Actually, it was Tuesday, March 22, but it was something like 3:12 in the fucking morning, and this Jasono was half-asleep on the floor anyway. The place was the House of Wop somewhere in Federal Way. Two certifiable loonies were cruising for a certifiable bruising trying to figure out a destination ( Read more... )

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Bow ties are tough as shit. I spent too much money on something that I'm probably not even going to pull out of the box for another year at least, and even then I've still got to figure out how the damn thing is supposed to be tied. But I still pride myself on knowing four other ways to tie ties ( Read more... )

Colder than Martha Stewart's gaping black-hearted vagina in my apartment when I woke up this morning. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow, when it'll be two hours earlier and the hot water will be slower in coming on. Discuss ( Read more... )