I break my meme ban for this because this involves conversation. Just be glad I'm updating.

Ask me one question about each of the following and I will answer honestly.

- Friends.
- Sex.
- Music.
- Drugs.
- Food.
- Love.
- Sports.
- LJ.
- Your choice.
- Your choice.
- Tell me a user not on my friends list I should add.

I used to hate being alone. I still do. Call it insanity, call it, I don't know what, but I used to latch on to dear life to human beings, because I always knew I was at my worst when I was alone. Trust me, most of my downfalls? I was alone. I'm not proud of any of this, not proud for having clung in ways to strands that maybe it was best just to ( Read more... )

( HAHAHAHA WHERE IS SARAH. )

I'm actually logged onto some AIM by some miracle, so if anyone is interested in having a chat before I run out to fulfill my craving for mac and cheese, you know the drill. Or leave yours and I'll get back to you the next time I get over my AIM phobia.

So I was watching the History Channel today and this show about Nostradamous came on and holy hell if I wasn't enthralled for a good two hours. Yes, deep inside I have this inner dweeb who gets fucking excited every time Myth Busters comes on, alright? It's fucking crazy what those guys do, and let me tell you, knowing that salsa eats through metal ( Read more... )

Fucking hell, I'm back. Third time's the charm, they say. Seduce me with a box of chocolates. So everyone give me the 411 now.

I let CNN do the talkin' for me.

Oh and who wants to say they're sleeping with me so we can have the best week ever?

Okay friends page, recommend people for me to add because I need stimulation and well going around and being the comment whore of the year. I'll catch the first LJ STD by the end of it all. And p.s. someone tell Jake Gyllenhaal to unblock me from his journal, how the fuck am I supposed to annoy the shit out of him otherwise?

I was told that I was being mourned by a few of the women folk. Sorry girls, I was too busy telling Jake Gyllenhaal that the flock of teenage girls on set was clearly there to see me and not him, which only led to my being laughed into the ground. Embaressment of the year, I was working on recovering my humor, which isn't quite there yet. So fuck ( Read more... )

Now friends only, so comment me and I'll add you back asap.

(This is so extremely fake that I have no words for it if you actually believe that I am really Robert Downey Jr. This is all for a game Must Be Pop. No offense is meant by this journal.)