So, I got myspace. It was not my idea and i didn't make it, but it's there...i have caved into the pressure like a bitch. pee wee's on sluts. im out

You’ve been in love with your best friend ever since you two met in high school, but she’s always had boyfriends that were athletic and angry. You wish you could tell her how you feel, but you’re afraid that she’ll be scared away from you and then not only will she refuse to be your girlfriend, but she’ll stop being your best friend too. You’re ( Read more... )

Drunken New York city nights are my favorite nights of all.

life's the bad part in between movies.

There is a small white girl playing the drums with a bunch of Japanese people on my telivision. What the fuck am I doing up at 8:41 AM?

"In my room, one seam is off. I stare at it constantly, it's like...destroying me."

I am drunk and stoned listening to Touch by Bright Eyes and it is a fantastic song like most of his songs and it captures my feelings pretty well right now. But anyway, i am crunk so nothing I say right now will probably have any relevance but anyway, I thought I should use this thing finally.

Gayest night ever. Kissed boys, grinded with boys, made man train with boys, had several man sandwiches all while retaining the fiercely heterosexual status that has taken me years of football playing and larry sullivan worshipping to cultivate. danced till 2 in the morning with basically just paul, but dirty dirty shameful homoerotic dancing. baby ( Read more... )

I spent my Thursday night hanging out with indie rock god Ian Svenonius, so who's walking the cock now? (is that how that phrase goes?)

You pay strange women to come to your home and make you gag by pressing down on your tongue with your own shoehorn. Today, after about seven minutes of being gagged nearly to vomiting down the woman's wrist, her boyfriend will burst through the front door and shout, "Jessica ( Read more... )