It turns out that, after all the hullabaloo that I was stirring up concerning what a waste of DNA Anna Nicole Smith was/most definitely IS (!), there has come to light some damning public evidence to the (however-unlikely) CONTRARY effect. BEHOLD! The following video clip... Incontrovertible PROOF that, after all was said and done (or, ( Read more... )

Jesus FUCK!!! (I’ve ALWAYS wanted to start a posting out that way ( Read more... )

I was preparing to go to bed the other night (i.e. I was getting DECADENTLY naked; interpret that how you will…), and happened to have the little radio alarm clock next to the bed turned on, just as a sort of “soundtrack” to the nightly ceremonial burlesque I perform for my kitty during the nudification process (the mood has to be JUST right for ( Read more... )

After having actually taken the requisite time to post on this site about the death of Anna Nicole Smith, which seems a bit to me like someone raping THEMSELVES, figuratively-speaking, AND having nothing of substance to wax UN-retarded about in the meantime, here’s a quickie that I’m rationalizing to myself as being dedicated toward the end of ( Read more... )

I don’t want to spend too much thought or effort confronting this matter, as there are PLENTY of unintentionally-hilarious/overly-“sincere” broadcast tributes to this hot corpse plastered all over every square inch of EVERYTHING lately to be topped, retardation-wise. So! Just a quickie, beginning with this clip of, APPARENTLY, a magnificent TRIUMPH ( Read more... )

BEHOLD!!! Further proof, which I learned of only MOMENTS ago from coworkers, of a certain indisputable FACT that I’ve consistently touted (even in unrelated social situations in über-non-sequitur fashion); one that I’ve virtually adopted as my personal MOTTO regarding the institution of Life en totale ( Read more... )

The toddler, apparently feeling excluded from Family Lactation Time, began SQUEALING and banging his WHOLE BODY against the postal employees-customer partition, going-to use the diagnostic vernacular as prescribed by the DSM IV-TR-“apeshit”. I myself being a greenhorn, as it were, in the paternity department ( Read more... )

It just occurred to me as I was sitting here in my lushly-upholstered Cashier’s Office swiveling chair with one armrest missing, sliding uneasily back and forth in front of my Army Surplus-circa-1948 desk-the uneasy slide-in-question due the permanently-skewed rightward declination of the aforementioned lushly-upholstered swiveling chair’s SEAT- ( Read more... )

I realize there has already been a pretty sizable confluence of critical thought on the Internet surrounding the following video (which was granted wide public scrutiny sometime around the middle of October of 2006), but I would feel remiss were I not to include it, regardless-even in such BELATED a fashion-on my LiveJournal. Hopefully, there are ( Read more... )

Resolution I) I resolve to get reacquainted with the cherished rites and practices of the conservative Christian upbringing I’ve strayed from for so terribly long ( Read more... )