A few good friends, mindless gore, and racist jokes are the keys to happiness.

False hope continues to be my best friend. Ever.

Post-Script: I love cryptic, one-line LJ entries.

I'll be in Seattle until school starts.

Yay?

So. Today. I got new bedding. It's quite fabulous. And I never use fabulous; I'm gay enough as is. Anyway. Yall should check it out: http://www1.macys.com/catalog/product/index.ognc?ID=162962&CategoryID=15277Read more... )

I'm in love with Steve Carell ( Read more... )

These are the advertisements I get on the sidebar of my LJ:

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I now have glasses.

I'm also wearing my retainer again.

Ouch.

So. I got bored. And made icons for myself. I felt it was time. I love this one, despite the poor resolution.

You know, I finally realized what it is that I want. Other than those ridiculously expensive Dior Homme gold, Cuban-heeled boots from three seasons ago. I want a group of friends who are willing to sit on my bed with me, pizza, some good beer, and shoot the shit. I love talking. It's never done enough. And if it is, it's always with pretense. So, I ( Read more... )

Who wants to see A Chorus Line with me tomorrow? I know it's late notice, but two people have had to cancel. So. Anyone up for it?