( You should've seen this coming. )

Holy shit, that was the fastest six weeks of my life. Six is only one letter away from sex, so maybe that will give you a hint as to why I've been neglecting the grape-flovored journal.

My girlfriend moved in with Ben Affleck. Should I feel threatened? Maybe I'll call J Lo Matt and see if he's got any free rooms ( Read more... )

I haven't posted much lately, but I have good reason not to. My life has become routine and there's not much to say -- not in a bad way. It's nice and relaxing. It makes me sound like I'm sixty when I talk about it ( Read more... )

I might not update all the time, but I swear I'm around! Marisa tells me everything that happens around here anyway. She is good to me and you all should love her. She does say, however, that Christmas is over and that I shouldn't wear this hat out in public anymore. I think she's jealous of it ( Read more... )

I hope you all had a merry Christmas! It's a little late now, but I didn't have a chance to update yesterday. I think you all will understand that, and if you don't, I spent Christmas with Marisa, and that should explain it well enough ( Read more... )

I was afraid Marisa would come over here and attack me if I didn't update today ( Read more... )

It's kind of scary when you get McDonald's for lunch and order a Dr. Pepper, and it looks and tastes like Dr. Pepper, but when you get home, it's clear like water. I think that might be a sign that I probably should not eat McDonald's, but if anything at all, it will only stop me from ordering Dr. Pepper again ( Read more... )

Isn't NSync capable of making good solo music?

Oops!

It might be cool if I stuck around this time.

I'm not dead, I swear ( Read more... )

Happy birthday to me!