You probably don't want to read this entry.  Really.  But I'm posting it anyway.  Not sure why.  It's not really funny.  But it is fucked up.  I guess it shows part of what makes me who I am ( Read more... )

I am now the proud owner of a motherfucking jacuzzi.

I named it Ralph Waldo Emerson. Kim rejects the name.

Herbicide died on Friday. I found him at an odd angle in his cage. He looked like he had gotten caught on the cage door somehow, and snapped his neck in the attempt to free himself. Rabbits have notoriously delicate necks, and inversely proportionately crazy freakouts when they're caught on something ( Read more... )

• I am now capable of doing a chin-up.  I am almost capable of doing a pull-up.  Due to trying very hard yesterday, the inside of both my elbows feels like they were injected with sulfuric acid.  Not alot, but enough to make it the suck.
• Kim left on Sunday.  I am single and lonely.  Bad dreams too.  My closest friends are doing a very good job of ( Read more... )

Yeah, so I am not one to post poetry, certainly nothing I would ever write.  That's only a measure to be employed when my heart is near to bursting with something or other, not something I'd share with others.  But some people are much more gifted in the arena than I, but not remotely as many as think they are.  I hate the poetry of most famous ( Read more... )

I realize that I'm telling this story over and over because everyone I know want to hear it.  So I thought I would just post about it with a friends filter, for those of you who don't know yet ( Read more... )

http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/0307061yanni1.html

Oh and I have an interview for my dream job on Monday.

As promised, my body: a comparison

And for those of you who might be interested in knowing why there were tears on my pillow last night.

Today I will go to the stadium and torture myself for perhaps more than one reason.

Okay, so my first official girlfriend, from ninth grade, just emailed me from an AOL account so I put her on my buddy list and voila.  So I'm chatting with my ancient past like it's no big deal and so she sends me this picture of us from Homecoming night 1995!

( Click here to find out why I wasn't very popular with the ladies )