( Guess who found a picture of Conor Oberst holding some guy's cock )

hmmm...I'm thinking of going the way of "E to the Chee" by switching journals and going "friends to the only". I've got so many memories here, though. Seriously, I've got like 80 things in my memories. Maybe I can just privatize this journal ( Read more... )

( Yesterday's entry )

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Go on. Start listing.

I mean "best"!

Dear Gib, I bought you a box of cereal valentine ( Read more... )

Do you realize just how close my name is to being "Heathen"? An "r" is just a lazy "n" after all.

One day I'll open a museum and fill it with artifacts, notes you wrote,
The World's Tallest Stack of Amber Bottles.
People in strange clothes will consult with your bones.
Trying to grasp another place or time
Or theirs.I'm going to resurrect my "Moment of Zen" type dealy at the end of my posts in honor of that holiday that is sleathily ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, there was a young shepard. Every day at sunrise he led his sheep to the pastures where they grazed until sundown. At dusk, he led them back to the farm where he lived. Needless to say, he led a rather boring life. Occasionally, the sheep needed to be shorn, but the rest of the days were spent just watching the sheep graze. On one ( Read more... )

Everyone ought to go see Finding Neverland. If you don't cry you should be ashamed of yourself because you are a callous, unfeeling creature who most likely is dead inside ( Read more... )

Well, Gib is a non-coming to school a-hole. A "delinquent", one might say. Because of this, I was extremely early to all of my classes. Even gym. strange, strange stuff ( Read more... )