I was talking to my dad today about how I am obsessed with black men. He couldn't figure out why and then said, "Well, at least you have the rhythm."
Um . . . what? I mean, yeah, what, WHAT!!!

Blah . . . I hate those days where you walk around feeling like a huge male elk with a massive penis, HUGE horns, and nobody fucking notices you. Like whatever?! Come on man . . . Smell my butt ( Read more... )

I hate hearing the truth. I really do. But apparently it's the best way for a solid future.

god, i just saw the two worst things on myspace! one about a girl who is completely disfigured from a drunk driving accident and another about the fur trade in china.

if that doesnt make you feel like shit, i don't know what does.

I went to opening night of Family Butchers. I thought that friggin show would never open. It was weird to be the only person in the audience younger than fifty. I kind of felt like a social outcast because I didn't have an oxygen tank. Oh well . . . I guess you can't fit in everywhere ( Read more... )

No, silly goose. I'm not dead . . . just pissed at the world! Ohhhh . . . ok ( Read more... )

So I am not actually dead, just a seriously wounded, busy, tired mother fucker. I am working on three shows this summer and don't even have time to breathe ( Read more... )

things are so strange right now. the magic flute has completely consumed my life. i keep having really bizarre dreams about the cast members too . . . freaky ( Read more... )

my sweatshirt stinks. it smells like you.

I am getting a whole dollar back from the feds. Imma buy me a poe-knee!!!!!!

Fuckin feds . . .