Nuthin like hangin out in a gigantic strip mall-town for a day to open them eyes. I thought I was becoming an apathetic bumophobe. Turns out I just hate the Bay Area in general, not just SF. In fact, The City was a welcome site coming from Emeryville. Imagine getting on the bart in SF, and getting off at Narnia. Except, Narnia is three bagel ( Read more... )

Girls wear too many pointy shoes. Giant T-shirts look dumb. Wearing pants on your thighs makes your ass look flat. Giant shirts in general make you look like you misunderstood your mom. Boot cut jeans on dudes not wearing boots make you look gay. Faux-hawks on dudes look gay even if you're WAY vagina hungry. ALL girls wear Bono sunglasses. ( Read more... )

I aint dead homies. Kickin around Denver and having fun.

Things I know:
The chupcabra is real.
The spider-goat is real.
There is a glow in the dark rabbit.
They are going to clone the mammoth.
Times is ill.

Louisville is the same as it was 6 months ago, 2 years ago, 6 years ago. Only thing is, more people have dreadlocks now. Weird. Denver always looks so good from a distance ( Read more... )

I wrote a 50,000 word book. I am a novelist now.
I gotta run because me and Chuck P. are meeting for Italian, ciao.

Those Kerry folks who were masturbating to every snowboarding hippie's honks are gonna need casts after they broke their damn fool arms patting themselves on the back too soon. Suckers ( Read more... )

Well, I went to go see Munly, and the Lee Lewis Harlots on Saturday night. Before the show I drank a bottle of wine and had a pleasant ride to the venue. When I got in I ordered myself a pitcher of Pabst and watched the opening dude (he looked like Sean Lennon and sucked just as bad.) After his set I went and got another pitcher. Munly was ( Read more... )

Hmmm. I haven't been on a computer in a little over a month. Hotmail put my account on hold so I'm starting with a clean inbox. Hope no one sent me any top-secret hangover tips. I'm feeling really posi lately, but I won't go into all the detail, the libray computer is counting down fast. I'm doing well in Denver, all in love and shit. Got a ( Read more... )

It's Friday night and my mom is out on a date, while I'm sitting home alone typing things on the computer. But who cares? I have all that I need, my cats Mookie, Prof. Snufflebees, and Kit-Kat (the trouble maker of the bunch); a pint of Ben & Jerry's New York Super Fudge Chunk; and the wide screen version of Lover Come Back with Rock Hudson. I ( Read more... )

Drinking Old Style and watching TV never felt so good. Up yours constructive-fun.