Ew.  Dirty.

So I realise something on this, the day after Christmas.  You know, I'll probably never get what I want.  But you know what?  I can (and should) be totally content with what I have.

That's a pretty tough one for an only child (especially one who got everything that he ever wanted, with the exception of the Lego Futron Monarail System, ( Read more... )

Ok, enough with the Bahs and the Humbugs.  What makes this sudden change of heart, ye elves ask?  Well, if you must know...

It's this.  And it's my new favorite thing.  Ever.

I love Christmas!

Sigh... Christmas Eve ( Read more... )

Let's just get this out of the way. I don't care for Ray Charles or Stevie Wonder, and quite frankly, the only reason people have such massive, raging hard-ons for them is because they're blind.

There. I said it. Flame on.

Clearly, I've been abducted and replaced by another, less entertaining, yet more willing to blog Chris Ethridge. There are people across the globe rejoicing at this notion. And not because I'll be blogging more often, I'll tell you that right now ( Read more... )

Wow... two in a week, give or take. I must be bored ( Read more... )

*Find your home keys, Chris. There you go. Good boy. Let's begin ( Read more... )

Ok, so I'll give my thoughts on the speech. I'm so political right now. And blood's running out of my ear. But we'll get to that ( Read more... )

Wow. I post pretty often. Good for me ( Read more... )

I think that people who read my livejournal might think that I'm boring. Seriously... I used to be much more entertaining. Maybe it's the booze. Or the real world. Or maybe the Bolsheviks. I'll try harder. Seriously ( Read more... )