So, Evan got himself into a car accident. He didn't even tell me. I should care. I think I'll end it there ( Read more... )

I attended the big Boat Wedding. It wasn't too bad. Something went terribly wrong: I fucking left my fucking Dramamine patch at my fucking house. I realized this in the middle of an overpass on the Long Island Expressway. Too late. So, I compensated for my lack of medication by embracing my culture. I got really drunk. I mean, I wasn't nearly as ( Read more... )

I'm through with Vo-Tech. Fuck acting. I know I'll feel sad in a few weeks...Heck, maybe a few months. It hasn't hit me yet. I wrote a pulchritudinous haiku about the whole situation ( Read more... )

I went to my aunt's house today. She forced me to listen to one of her relaxation tapes. She has MS so she's heavily into Eastern Philosophy/New Age crap. I'm not really a fan of New Age...I prefer parapsychology and things of that nature as opposed to relaxation tapes and the like. If it helps me, it's no fun. You know, it helps her, and that's ( Read more... )

I ask myself,"Should I put my finger to the left?" "No." I ask myself, "Should I put my finger to the right?" "No." I say, "It doesn't really matter where I put my finger. Someone else will come along and move it and it's always been the same...it's just a complicated game." Little girl asked me should she part her hair upon the left...no. Little ( Read more... )

Fucking idiot.

I'd prefer not to be disillusioned.

I made a compilation tape for my ipod. In case any of you faithful readers aren't aware of this, my "ipod" is really a tape player that my father purchased at Drug Fair in 1996. It works incredibly well and I plan on being buried with it. It dons a sticker that says "This is an ipod" to prevent anyone from making a mistake regarding the title of ( Read more... )

In an effort to flawlessly emulate my idol, Mr.Taylor Bass-stein, I went on jobpredictor.com. It said that I would find success as a professional tramp. Wow, I've been going in the wrong direction all along. Well, maybe not.

I'm scribbling all over my face with a sharpie ( Read more... )

Whilst researching Autoerotic Asphyxiation, I came upon some interesting quizzes and, naturally, evaluated myself. Here are the results:


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