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See, I'm a cool assed manic depressive. When I'm manic I don't go off on tangents about UFOS and conspiracies. I don't disappear for months at a time or try to reprogram the family dog by implanting some sort of computer chip into his brain.

What do I do? Innocently suggest you participate in the Patrick Swayze Christmas. What do you do? NOTHING. ( Read more... )

in dec.

getting VIP passes too.

it's going to be "ghetto"

everyone with VIP passes has to wear white.

hahahah

"winter white"

all you can drink cognac.

erin's hairdresser  Chicara is responsible for this shindig

Chicarasdreams.com

check it out. buy vip passes. get trashed with me!

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BECAUSE I WOULD FUCK THIS SHIT OUT OF THE LEAD SINGER OF RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE, Zack De La Rocha.

The last tattoo hurt like a sonofabitch. No doubt. I almost blacked out during and Alex (my tattoo guy) is like, "dude, you doing okay?"

I swear I saw visions of Oprah during moments of extreme pain. Not Oprah now, but Oprah circa 1992

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What if I found out that Magic Johnson is my real father? I don't know. It'd be kind of cool to have a Pop named Magic.

Stuck with Billiam.

I will post this every god damned where until I feel satisfied. Fuck you Enrique, fuck your fake mole, fuck your fake accent and fuck your doves.

This is worse than Lee Greenwood's "the winds of change"

Fuck you for fucking with my manic high. You cunt sucking floridian.

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Someone (I) should write a book on mental disorders and compatibility ( Read more... )