Whenever I am writing in my live journal it means I have absolutely nothing better to do, and I should undoubtedly be sleeping. Sometimes you just gotta type, though. I had to go home last weekend to rehearse with the brothers Curry, and Chad. Pretty funny weekend, two dinners with my parents and my brothers, both of which anal sex was brought up ( Read more... )

So, needless to say, I have yet to update since coming college. Also needless to say, I've been way too busy getting drunk, getting my nose dirty, having days upon days of insanely climactic sex, and fisting live animals--you know, the usual college routine. That's not even the real reason, though. Those things occupy much of my time, yes, but ( Read more... )

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Posts since claiming never to post again: I don't know the exact number, but too many ( Read more... )

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It was just a tumor with a voice box. No one really gave a shit about what he had to say. What person in their right mind would bother listening to a tumor? The tumor would go on and on, "I'm a tumor, fucking listen to me!" Tumor couldn't get it through its thin hairs and scattered teeth that it didn't matter what it had to say to anyone. All that ( Read more... )

He pulled the stick out of his ass and gave it to her as a memento of sorts. "It's only been up there for a bit" he told her, but she would never mind. So long as he showed even the slightest bit of appreciation toward the neglected girl. She spent her whole life giving everyone else what they wanted, and she thought as long as she kept it up, they ( Read more... )

So I put a new LJ ICON UP! I think it's sweet because it's blurry and I'm wearing aviators, so you really can't see my fuckin face. I mean, you know that it's a face, but you don't know what's going on with that face ( Read more... )