At present, while I read, I’m also listening to the audio book version of "The Da Vinci Code" and I just have this to say: What the fuck is wrong with some people ( Read more... )

Before I go off to ingest quantities of Tylenol-PM so inhuman that only those who have dipped their feet into the wading pools of the afterlife on multiple occasions, such as I have, could have any hope of falling asleep as intended without in actuality dying, Id like to respond to some recent inquiries ( Read more... )

The BBC has produced a television documentary, I think, called: whatever, I don’t remember, but related to the show/documentary/comedy/whatever, they have an online test, which composed of 6 individual categories and related sub-tests purports to determine the sexual identity of ones psyche, and it has with all the scientific rigor one can expect ( Read more... )

You know that Kelly Clarkson song, "Because of You"?

It’s not about a guy at all, its totally about her dad, I can’t believe I didn’t notice that before. Not that I was listening to it or anything. Because I wasn’t. I never actually, even heard it, ever. I kind of, just, heard "of it", really, from this really hot girl I was just like, making ( Read more... )

Originally Posted: 2 Years ago ( Read more... )

Because I doubt anyone could tell, I'm just going to re-post entries I had made years ago. Therefore ostensibly updating my blog while doing no actual, um, updating ( Read more... )

Ok, it’s true. I really like musicals. I’m not going to deny it. And, as a guy, I’m completely comfortable with that, because, I also like red meat, dark beer, action movies and short plaid skirts on spunky little blondes. So you see? It’s totally cool.

I wish there were a way for a guy to be both witty and sarcastic and yet somehow sexy at the same time, but apparently that only works for women. See, whenever a women’s incisive, witty, sarcastic and impulsive, guys immediately begin fawning all over her with their pale faces glazing over imagining lacy black bras, leather straps and forbidden ( Read more... )

It's too bad I don't have any pictures of me sober.

There are only two ways to keep any secret. The first, is to never repeat it. The second, is to repeat it as often as possible. The first method works because whatever that information may be, no one will ever hear it. The second method works because whatever that information may be, no one will ever believe it. And I can tell you right now, with ( Read more... )