my lows are so low. but my highs-- they are so high!

Sometimes I look at my brother, pierced and crimminal recorded as he is, and ask myself what I have done to have lead him so astray ( Read more... )

Hello Harvard, yo!

I swear I have become monumentally stupider than I was two summers ago. Now I regret all of the coke lines I did on the dashboard of uncle johnny's beat-up 1987 Chrysler. And all the acid I brewed up in that abandoned sports shed behind the tennis courts. Not to mention the heroine I injected with the used syringes I collected off the shore of ( Read more... )

I wish life was a less disappointing affair.

After years of stocking my CD shelves with music of the more independent vein in prominent locations around my household and turning up my nose to all that which is mainstream and culturally applicable, I have finally discovered Fergie. And the Black Eyed Peas. And Kayne West? Among many, many delicious others. I'm sorry Micheal Ivans-- I know it's ( Read more... )

Well, I love my job. I'm embarrassed to admit that this is largely due to their lack of dress-code, meaning I am free to work in my sexual native garb and suffer the blisters that result from 6 hours of ringing up books in impressive heels free of visors, bow-ties, or non-slip shoes ( Read more... )

Men are hella gay.

I got hired at Borders! And about 5 or so other places but I feel that, in the end, it is Borders that can best help me realize my skippy** young dreams ( Read more... )

Ho ho, 10,000$ from Emerson ( Read more... )