When is VH1 going to air I love the 80's 1986?? 1986 was a great fucking year for me dammit and I want to reminisce. 1986 was the year I moved out on my own, lost my beloved virginity, and shaved my head for the first time. 1986 was the year of Ferris Beuller, Beuller, Bueller. 1986 was the year I believed in my first conspiracy theory, became ( Read more... )

I am eagerly awaiting Megan's recap of this past weekend. Meeeeegan where are you??

Nobody narrates like Megan. She tells the greatest stories, yo.

Okay, I just came back to tell you all that my Chuck Taylors squeak when I walk. Now I'm leaving, before I'm late.

Kansas live sounds just like Marillion.

It is fucking snowing, again, while there is still snow on the ground, 8 inches deep. Snowing. I live in Southern Ontario, it's April and it's Snowing.

Do you know how wrong that is?

The perpetrators of "Global Warming" can go fuck themselves.

AFI in a music video. I see them winning "best new artist awards" and everything....I'm bitter....they belonged to an elite little group of the world, and now we have to share them with everybody.

I want to gloat, gloat, gloat. Who wants to hear it? No really, who really wants to hear me go on and on and on about how wonderful my life is? I mean, it's damn good, it's enviable, it's a life legends are made of. Truly.

You may say, "If your life's so damn good, then why don't you go live it??" And I'll tell you, I am living it, and it's damn ( Read more... )

The tufted padding on my cell walls has become cracked and discoloured. The lovely dog in the next room would greedily engorge herself on the stuff spewing from the splits like gossamer cobwebs. She would tear at her own, I'm sure. Naugahyde or Leather? Whatever. The discoloured stains wash the brain, waves of scent sending smokerings round my head

I just logged into ICQ for the first time in months and there were about 30 messages waiting for me. I musta been popular. Didn't think people still used that thing, what with AOL and MSN.

Who the fuck sings that song? Cher? Celine Dioff? Whoever it is, needs a smack in the head sandwich. Not only is the damn song stuck in my head, but I can't remember the lousy words, and it's not a desirable song at all and it's driving me completely mad violent ( Read more... )