Bwahahahaha.

Just fuckin' with you.

No.

No fucking way.

I can't have a kid now.

Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.

I'm the kind of guy that dips his root beer popsicle in root beer. And you know what? I'm okay with that ( Read more... )

My lumbar hurts all the time.

And I really fucking hate finals.

I'm so, so eager to be done with this artschool shit.

And for summer.

And for Erik-motherfuckin'-Petersen to be my roommate!

"Will.. I have a sweet-nothing to whisper in your ear.."
"..Okay."
"BILE!"

Kelby, Dan, and I dressed up as thug as we could and went to the movies in Lynwood last night. Although, I was really the only one that looked like I thought I was a thug. The other two just kind of looked awkward. I can't even begin to describe how uncomfortable I was. But it was awesome. We're talking Kelby's dad's khakis, way off my ass, Kelby's ( Read more... )

I really appreciate it when record labels give you the code for free mp3s when you buy the record on vinyl. Because, really. CDs suck, mp3s are convenient, and vinyl is just. Well, I shouldn't even have to explain that. It's just nice to not have to scour the internets for a torrent of the album or find someone that bought it on CD or something ( Read more... )

Been a bit ( Read more... )

This sort of thing isn't supposed to happen to me. I've gotten so comfortable.. so accustomed ( Read more... )

I didn't think I was emotionally capable of feeling like this.

Jesus, I need to be careful.

If only you could see how beautiful she is when she sleeps.

"Hey guys, do you want to try some of my artichoke chicken? It's gnar ( Read more... )