by christmas, i'll have transformed into an asexual ox, god willing.

if you were a bun in the oven, i could eat you.

chancellor, if you dump that exposed titty ho-bag and come back to me, i will let you live in the apartment.

roger daltry in the 70s bbc production of "comedy of errors"?

katrina fucking owned our asses. and to top it off, she stole sharkheads souvenir shop.
that bitch.

i wish i knew a giant funk magnet. i don't... though i used to know this guy named jesu who's shorter and older but he sings in falsetto while washing the dishes and he's good at making up funny lyrics to reggaeton. i know this even though he speaks little enighlish and i speak little shpanish. however, he is not a giant funk magnet. he could be, ( Read more... )

oh my oh my, i love and hate new york, i love and hate missifuckingssippi, i hate and hate more each day the thought of returning to dallass aka the big d but not d-town, oh no sir.
i am home until thursday evening: a small rapidly closing window of hanging out time because everyone here starts school like, now.

my mom is cool because when bums ask her for one cigarette, she gives them two.

also i almost joined the big apple circus, but they're not as cool as i thought, i.e. they're only going to VA and NY within the next 6 months, so i guess i 'll just go back to school.
i guess.

from what i gather, "son" has long since been replaced "fool".

i breathe grease into my lungs 7 hours a day, for 8 dollars an hour. accepting tips is not the danny meyer's way, oh no sir. its worth it though, because soon (3 more years or so) i can afford a houseboat.
and keegan, i'd no idea that ezra pound possessed such teeny ears.