dude, ever since i read Scar Tissue i've had a serious thing for anthony kiedis. he's a former junkie, an awesome musician, and ridiculously hot. sure, he may have hep c, but i'd still bone him. for sure.
seriously, look how ripped he is. he has great veins, too:
mmmmm...
i think it's obvious that i have nothing better to do with my time.
it's weird how celebrities live in a completely different world than us. like, i'm a cute kid, how come i can't sleep with anthony kiedis? i'll never even come within ten feet of him, probably.
my philosophy teacher told me that he took a poll of his students, asking would they rather publish a classic novel or be britney spears. the majority went with the latter. isn't that ridiculous? no one is going to remember paris hilton or lindsey lohan a hundred years from now, but people will still be reading hemingway and faulkner and austen. well, maybe not jane austen because she blows, but you get my point. everyone's priorities, myself definitely included, are so out of whack it's unbelievable.
anyway, that's all i've got for now. i'd better go work out. the next six months i'm focusing on getting clean, getting in shape, and doing well in school. i also need to find a goddamn job and start playing the piano and guitar again. these are my goals, for a six month probationary period. that's all i'm signing up for.
alright, peace out, kids.