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Mandy Moore's breasts on my friends page. I've been staring at this for five minutes now.

I'm going to be working with a New Kid On The Block and maybe the Britney of the 80s tomorrow, I can tell some of you are jealous.

The Big Ass Titties song amuses me badly. Hi Lindsay and Halle.

Happy New Year, folks.

I just noticed my icon gallery looks like those thumbnails on porn sites ( Read more... )

I feel like dancing to Gwen Stefani.

I've been in hiding for a while. I'm not saying this as an excuse, I actually have been. There's some nasty memories going about that I'd rather not remember, so I fleed from this little white box for a while. But I see in my absence Kirsten has come, hi baby ( Read more... )

What to say, I've been a busy boy. Eulogy premiered a while ago and is now showing in some theaters out there so go see it so I can still afford food. Zooey can do better publicity than me anyway, sigh ( Read more... )

It's nice to be back in New York again, but honestly, I miss LA. I've kept my mouth shut so as to avoid threats from the sexy ladies I will be sharing a flat somewhere in California with. And, actually, I'm also packing a few things up, cardboard boxes, duct tape and all ( Read more... )

Just when you think it's safe to venture off somewhere, shit happens that causes you to take a raincheck on your plans. It happens all the time, I get used to it after a while. There was some guy that was around forever ago, who had this theory named after him. This went something like, whatever goes wrong will go wrong. It's sometimes mistaken for ( Read more... )

Well, well. This will probably be a bit different from what one would usually find in this journal. I'm in a story telling mood ( Read more... )