I have, for some fucking reason, decided that I should have an account on MySpace. Current Space Cadets can find-slash-add me here.

Dibs on the dead boy. Hands off, motherfuckers. Stump rule applies. Bitey bite bite.

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The tickets I thought I had for Cleveland turned out to be a false alarm. The search goes on. I've contacted my buddy in radio to test our friendship, ha. Columbus is a possibility I'm currently clingin' to ( Read more... )

I succumb to the most commercial joke of a holiday ever and wish my most beautiful, most intelligent, most excellent favoritest sweetest boy of all the sweetest prettyest smartest favorite boys there were a Happy Sweetest Day ( Read more... )

Blame ravisher and lelielknight for this one. Damn you both ( Read more... )

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