Still up. Half making incoherent conversation with Brent, half thinking I should crawl into bed and never emerge from under the covers. Or I could put my apparent talent as a seductress to use by participating in a fun-filled excursion of kidnapping and 'siren sex'...

I am the Siren

A man is often secretly oppressed by the role he has to play - ( Read more... )

Sheeeeeeit I write in this far too often. I also don't sleep far too often. Some conversations, however, are much too priceless to end in exchange for sleep. Such as mine and Brent's current discussion of his own penile capabilities. Such precious moments. Yea, so it's raining somewhat hard. I'd open the windows and smell the storm but there's ( Read more... )

As you can see, my choice of music commemorates yet another 4/20 come and gone. I myself did not puff the magic dragon. But, for all you lucky hoes who did, may the joint be with you always ( Read more... )

This is what I did during the time I was waiting around for something to do. I find the results fairly accurate:

You Are

Fool In The Rain

You are a very bizarre person, to say the least. You don't think the way most other people do. And you probably don't really care.
You defy convention, and probably really like burritos. And you're very ( Read more... )

So... much... candy. Why are grandparents so compelled to stuff younger generations with desserts to the point of bursting?? And I had to visit both my mom's and dad's parents today. Aggggggggaaaaaaahhhhhh. It is possible to have too much of a good thing. Said 'good thing' being sugar. Don't you love how my heart has captured the true meaning of ( Read more... )

Happy 4/20. Ohh and that whole Jesus thing too. I know I wrote in this less than 2 hours ago but it technically is 'tomorrow' sssoo umm fuck you. I think it's funny how we're not more than a couple hours into what they call the holiest day of the Catholic year and at least 5 of my friends have already told me how they can't wait to smoke up. Social ( Read more... )

Tonight was uneventful but fun nonetheless. Clayton, Ian, Kar, Gratner, Erin, and I went to Mad Mex. Followed by Mad Sex, obviously. I ordered the black bean pineapple quesadilla, which sounds incredibly foul, but is actually damn tasty. After we downed massive amounts of spicy food, we headed back to Kar's place and just laid around watching ( Read more... )

Hmmm. I've finally succumbed to the irresistible allure of the LiveJournal cult. Thanks so much to Emmy for not murdering my computer illiterate self and setting up this beautiful creation for me ( Read more... )