I really want to break something right now. Congress is about to mortgage my future to clean up after a bunch of douchebag bankers and my fucking refrigerator got unplugged again, ruining a bunch of food and making a mess.

FUCK FUCK FUCK

About two and a half years ago I was about 215-220 pounds and really unhappy about that. Now I'm about 175-80 and pretty stoked.

Forty pounds. That's like having five babies or divorcing a midget.

Ain't that some shit?

I was at CVS today when this huge crush of Bronxville tweens swarmed in. While I was standing in line, I heard one of the tall, pretty girls tell another girl that eating a 3 Musketeers bar was "against our morals."

Girls, on behalf of men, I'm sorry for all the bullshit that you have to deal with.

There's a pretty small community of high-level downhill skateboarders; and I've met many of them. These kids get all kitted out in leather jumpsuits and space helmets and such, then hurl themselves down mountains for fun. They endorse various companies' products in return for the occasional free board or help with a race entry fee ( Read more... )

Sorry if I've seemed slightly strange all of a sudden; I was sorting through a stressful situation and slipped into a sort of wasted wastrel's way of working through, smoking my self silly several times a day. Rest assured, I've revised my revisions and reverted to rationality.

Maureen Biologé, based on that little old AP biology teacher from high school.

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Death is always a tragedy; but we shouldn't let our sadness cloud our judgment. Tim Russert made $5,000,000 a year as a celebrity journalist who reflexively defended and protected the powerful people he was supposed to be holding accountable. He was revered by the establishment and a leader in the news media, but failed to use his power to offer ( Read more... )

I am the antichrist.

I'm writing a paper on denial of the Armenian genocide and in the course of it I'm starting to understand what real evil looks like ( Read more... )