I found a Bonnaroo ticket for $150!!!

On a different note, these are the best porno titles I've encountered yet:

1) Toys for Twats
2) Tranny, Get Your Gun
3) Dark Side of the Poon
and
4) The Cunt of Monte Cristo

There were other awesome titles, but I can't remember them right now.  (I'm at work prepping movies, btw.)

Car dead.  Car revived.  Car dead again.  Car revived again ( Read more... )

Wisdom teeth are EVIL!!!!  EVIL!!!

I'm all infected now and in the worst pain of my life. =(

This twitter nonsense has got to be the most ridiculous web-thing I've heard of in a long time.  As if the other networking sites weren't invasive enough ( Read more... )

This morning, for my final exam in rhetoric, my professor gave the class a poem, and we had to write a rhetorical analysis of it in complete essay form.  The poem he chose was "The Dong with a Luminous Nose ( Read more... )

What a frightful experience I just endured!  Tonite at work, sleazy porn people entered in swarms.  Not, like, porn patrons or anything, but actual porno girls from L.A. and porno bigwigs who own their production companies.  They were very, very drunk--and they had fireworks.  Christ, the debauchery that ensued...  One of the porno girls was only ( Read more... )

I’m cock-crazy!  All I can do is think about men and their dicks.  In class, when my professors speak, I drown out their voices and daydream about dicks.  At night, when I’m lying in my bed… Dicks.  Walking around the neighborhood, dicks again!  I can’t escape them.  They’re always in the forefront of my thoughts.  I’m sublimating my dire need for ( Read more... )

whee! Animal Collective is playing in Oxford, MS on the 6th of June, which is a Saturday.  I got my ticket today.  I think that I'm probably going to end up driving.  Anyone who wants to ride, I think there are 2-3 available seats, depending on whether or not Ms. Fox decides to come along ( Read more... )

Some days I feel like a supreme failure at life.  Today would be one of those days.  All day I've had an inexplicable feeling of dread orbiting the region of my solar plexus, and I wish it would go away.

I kind of hate school.

And myself.  Just for today though.  Tomorrow I'll go back to being absorbed in some frivolity or another and forget.

So, I've a mission.  And that is to get supremely fit for an end-of-summer bicycle trip to the Big Apple.  This, of course, will include intensive training, almost daily, and much bike-riding on questionable terrain.  Care to make a caravan out of it, guys?