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Who wants to write a book with me? I don't know what about. Maybe nothing, like Seinfeld. I need money. Lots of money. And I'm too lazy to make it by myself. The book could have bears in it.

I was digging through my old school crap the other day and found this. I was quite a character ( Read more... )

What's with all these guys wearing pink. That shit's for girls.

Finals next week. Awesome.

Going to Toronto to see NIN next week. Awesome.

Brannon's basement flooded last week but it should be dry now and the band'll get to practice again next week. Awesome.

THURSDAY, MARCH 10th

St. Andrew's Hall

$10

Doors at 5:30
The Magic Bullets on at 9:30

Be there or be a fuckin' square!

http://www.themagicbullets.com

I am, indeed, still alive. Carry on.

Oooh, my band's got a .com website now, like real people. Check it out.
http://themagicbullets.com

Good news everybody, im in the new sitcom "Joey" apparently.

http://www.nbc.com/photos/Primetime/Joey/1JOTbaN04.jpg

http://www.nbc.com/photos/Primetime/Joey/1JOTbeN04.jpg

Jump up and down.

On your feet.

Have a sandwich.

No pants.

Run on your hands.

Up a pine tree.

Lobsters.

Elevator.

Slingshot.