I'm moving to my own apartment at the end of the month... no more slide whistles, no more 'deep fryer' incedents, and no more female troubles. Woo! Freedom!

I just saw 'Sin City', and was impressed at the EXCESSIVE AMOUNT OF NASTY contained within... I need to hire these people to make a movie about my roommates ( Read more... )

I got married.

There's a free show tonight at the Jasmine Tree on 4th and Harrison with the 'Cancer Fags'... I've never seen them, but M.J. seems to be confident that they're talented. Anybody who's plan-less should join us! Also, anybody want to meet up at Embers Thursday night for fetish night? We've been looking to go, but our straight-laced breeder buddies ( Read more... )

I thought that going to bagby hot springs this weekend with Josie for her 21st B-Day was a great idea; until I actually made the 2 hour drive on Friday night and realized I was trapped in the middle of nowhere with Josie and her lacivious & pathetically lame boyfriend Dayle (a.k.a. Die Baron von die Trailer Park) with nothing to help cope but the ( Read more... )

Well, thank God that's over... kind of. Last week, my wisdom tooth decided it was time to start impacting on my bridgework, which meant that all my teeth were trying to gang up on my fake front teeth and the titanium rods that secure them into my jaw. What that all means is I spent that week in a painkiller induced haze, which I feel I just now ( Read more... )

I'm all moved into my new place; it's pretty spiff. My wisdom teeth are coming in, and i've spent most of today collecting drugs from my friends. I've got a pocket full of good stuff, so it's looking like the couch and I are going to get to know eachother pretty well over the next few days. Any of you out there who haven't been to my house yet need ( Read more... )

Whenever I get an email from Naima, it's invaritably a promise of escape. She's the thelma to my louise. "Come on, baby, we can do it!" seems to be the reoccuring theme. It's all just a reminder that I do, in fact, need a break from big american poops. I know where I want to take my relaxing vactation, and it sure as shit is not in the states. I ( Read more... )

There's nothing more fun than barfing Baja Fresh and strangely intact peanuts while you've got a splitting headache. The only thing that could have made it any better for me would have been a bag of cheetos; those are my favorite on their route up the escape chute. I'm a little sad that I had to break up with my Baja Fresh... we had a good thing ( Read more... )

If you've yet to see six feet under... do so quickly! If you're nice, I'll loan you the DVD.