So the other night, and I definitely blame that  Nick and Norah movie for this, I had one of those dreams that is so disappointing that it messes with my day. A few years ago, I had a lengthy dream  that concocted a relationship with Erica Nelson. That messed with me. This one wasn't nearly as bad, but it was pretty much the plot of said movie ( Read more... )

My female friends who use Livejournal are always sick and make it a point to let us know.

If I was to pick a group of people to be granted super powers and be a team with, it would be hard to beat the group I was with tonight. 

Are you telling me you can't handle ICE CREAM?
What the hell.

Sometimes I think I'm just a caricature of myself.

So,
I don't like confrontations.
Screw it. Next time someone gets up in my business, instead of trying to defuse the situation, I'm going to make it worse. Using all of my tools of upsetting people. Because it's been 352 days and that truck never reappeared.
This should be fun.

To all you kids taking tests and writing papers, I'm rooting for you. And pouring some of my alcoholic beverage on the ground symbolically for you too.

"I'm history! No wait, I'm mythology!. Oh, who cares what I am! I'm FREE-EE!"

Everything is incredibly funny.