e.t.s- i love it. we haven't spoken in months, then suddenly we're discussing the possibility of not procreating during the apocalypse
a.s.w.- well, i don't think either of us wants to see the other naked
a.s.w.- even if we're about to be raptured
e.t.s.- we'd have to make a glory hole

on this day in 2005 I wrote:
one day, a long long time and nine months ago, two people made whoopee.
and then charlie came along and the rest is history.

happy birthday.

it still applies.

I'd rather be single than someone's backup plan, but I can't figure out if I'm a placeholder or just neurotic.

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I've never seen anything like Coney Island Ghetto. It's pretty neat to hear some dj loudly playing TI on the whirly go round, but it reaches a whole new level when you realize the painted polar bears in hoodies on the background of the ride are crotch popping around two giant paintings of biggie and tupac.

portland bound

coffee is no longer my friend.

yesterday kind of sucked. i got horribly mad and lost my cool, but then i came to terms with it. yes, i regret it and yes, i'm sorry but i won't apologize and life goes on ( Read more... )

"She also had some interesting advice about dating black people.
'As Spindel sat answering the sorority sisters' questions, her rapt listeners sat on the floor, gripping note-cards with questions and copies of her book ( Read more... )

i'm hungover and sleep deprived and running the emotional gamut today. I've been getting self righteously angry, sad, pissed off, happy. and I think it's completely dependent on what i'm listening to. The new Limbeck cd is making me angry, the older Limbeck songs make me sad, mostly everything else makes me happy. although Lucero is also bumming me ( Read more... )