Personal reminder: don't get fucking trashed as fuck the night before an early morning shift. Ever.

I did it. I couldn't fucking resist. I mean, by all accounts I had to do it. I bought season one of House.

Does intelligence cancel out arrogance? Does it in any way justify being a major asshole? I realize I am generally insufferable, but I find that with each passing day I care less about the opinions of others. Should I be concerned by this? Probably. Am I though? Not really.

And here I thought honesty was a virtue.

Surrender is no option for me now. It's all or nothing.

My unfailing ability to fuck things up so expertly is a skill I have cleverly sharpened into an instrument of malice so accurate, so true, that it never misses its mark. I am a master of my trade-- nay, an artisan. Destroying relationships with other people is one of those rare talents I possess that but a few could ever hope to rival. Well, ( Read more... )

I just wanted to reiterate how amazing Oblivion is. As we all know, drugs and sex are amazing, right? Well Oblivion is even more amazing than both. In fact, Oblivion is more amazing than having sex while on drugs. That's how amazing it is.

Oblivion is fucking awesome. That is all.

Melted clean OFF. So who wants to go to the show with me on May 8th?

This is why Audi dominates the Supercar class. An 800hp engine in a 1000lb. car. That's .8lb/hp, folks. Sheer madness.

Why would you ever tattoo your own name on your body? Are you afraid you're going to forget what your name is? Honestly, what in the fuck? Human stupidity will never cease to amaze me.