Not that August isn't already kissing my ass, but this week had proved to be possibly the weirdest/most-fucked-up of the entire summer.  Don't even ask why.

But I think I'll go try to find a cheap kite to fly, or something.  Because I'm at the beach, and stuff.

But seriously, folks.  Who wants a hymenectomy?

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There's a glass of iced-tea on my desk that's been sitting here for several weeks.  Algae is now growing in it.  Can anybody guess what color it is?

Mi gusta mi pantalones, mi gusta tu.

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At the fireworks ( Read more... )

I know I told everybody this story, but whatever.

Scene: me running in my neighborhood.  I decide to throw some punches (bad call) to get things going.  Inconspicuous guy in an inconspicuous car shouts from the side of the road:

"Hey!  Throw out with your shoulder, and twist your arm!"

I look around frantically and almost stop running, and then I see ( Read more... )

I set off the alarm at work yesterday.  It was alarming (no pun intended).

I never to know what to write in these things anymore. 

Umm, so I haven't seen a lot of you for several days/weeks/months, due to the inhumane amount of hours I spend at Fashion Bug.  Not voluntarily, mind ( Read more... )

I approve of the Banana Coconut Frappuccino.

And don't correct me if I spelled that wrong, Charles.  Just walk away.

As the sun is sinking low ( Read more... )