I'm on the front page! Woooo.

Up, up the ziggurat, lickety-split.  And yet I still can't shake the summertime blues. School's doing well, money is OK. Friends are there, and yet...

It's been three years. THREE YEARS.

Is it a problem with me? Really? I can't talk to women. I don't know how to fix that.

Can't buy me love.

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Holy crap I did a helluva lot today. And by today I mean yesterday.

Yeah, I said it. Whatever, I'm on Eastern Time. (or is it Samoan time?)

( Over the last 24 hours: )

Dear Diary,

Today I peed on Holt Renfrew. After, I felt empty inside.

Let's boil down the debate:

Harper pretty much looked like a child molester with his REALLY fake smile and bowl haircut, and Jack Layton said that he can please Canada better even with a smaller caucus.

Martin looked flustered in the first half, but pulled it together in time to drop a promise to fix the gaping hole in the charter that should've ( Read more... )

( My marks are in.... hells yeah.... )

( Not because I want to, but because chain-letter memes are retarded )

Well, now that I have Sunday off for sure....

July 31st and August 1st - Accompany Alex on a wide or not so wide range of birthday events, bring him presents, and drink copious or not so copious amounts of booze ( Read more... )

Whoah. The song Linger by the Cranberries is totally about "pull my finger".

Attention Intor-w3b:

I have transcended the need for written verbiage, and now bring you my thoughts and feelings via VIDEO TRANSMISSION:


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