i'd like everyone to know that i really went and counted manda's entries to verify her allegations. it's not that i don't trust her, it's just that i had to know for myself. plus, i felt like it really hadn't been that long since i'd commented. but i stand corrected and offer my apologies for not providing more entertainment to counteract any ( Read more... )

( Read more... )

i can't sleep. even the tender laughing of the golden girls is not enough to lull me to slumber. i think i slept more when i was a drunk, what with the passing out and all. what's so good about remembering falling asleep anyway, as long as you remember waking up, right? i mean, hallelujah for no hangovers, kudos for clarity, a hearty hooray for ( Read more... )

i had a dream that manda and i had our own radio show. it was like mark & brian only better. and queer. it was possibly the best thing ever. not only were we on-fire-funny, but we also played the most kick ass music on the planet ( Read more... )

i'm fairly sure that my mood has not been this good in weeks. i went to court this morning, prepared to face my inevitable doom and turn myself in to the long arm of the law. the messenger of the lord, in the form of the district attorney, had mercy on my soul; and lo, how the angels did sing. god, i mean the d.a., recommended that instead of ( Read more... )

manda-

i realize it's probably foolish of me to assume that i found this before you, but regardless...

http://ilovetheo.com/

15 days bitches!!

What Beatle are you?
John Lennon
You enjoy poetry, painting & a fine wine. A lover not a fighter.

( Read more... )

i'm pretty sure that i've never been to a concert where so few people danced and so many people were drunk. drinking has never had this effect on me, especially at a concert. these people were sedate and painfully still. i mean, even if i was super drunk, i moved a little even if it was a completely involuntary wobble. but fear not, i managed ( Read more... )

i desperately need to do laundry. so much so that i was even dreaming about it. actually, the dream was way more involved. i was at my mom's house. my room was exactly how i had left it; clothes still hanging up in the closet, still folded in the drawers. i was supposed to be getting ready to leave. we were all going somewhere. somewhere big ( Read more... )