The new pope is creepy looking.

So here I am, stuck in the confines of my apartment because I fractured my right foot. Which is just what I need to add to my current bodily woes of fractured ribs, tendonitis, idiocy & limp-dickness (just checking to see if you read this).

Christopher Iolaus Brandon's Aliases

Your movie star name: Sugar James

Your fashion designer name is Christopher Milan

Your socialite name is Fur-fur San Francisco

Your fly girl / guy name is C Bra

Your detective name is Orca College Park

Your barfly name is Vegetarian Burrito 151

Your soap opera name is Iolaus Hazel
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I want to dance. Like, do some serious ass-shaking. Bell Biv Devoe's "Poison" is on & I cannot help but do The Roger Rabbit ( Read more... )

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What I’d do to not be me. It’s the days that pass in which I feel ignored by the world. It’s the days when nothing happens at all. It’s the nights where I don’t hear your voice telling me goodnight. It’s the nights in which sleep never comes. It’s the countless hours in which I cannot even think a single thought that doesn’t involve you. It’s the ( Read more... )

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MySpace, Suicidegirls, Facethejury, Friendster all make me feel incredibly lonely. If you have accounts on either of the first two mentioned, be my friend, please.

My Annual Music List is up & located over on Staynobody.com, So go laugh, go cry, go crazy.

Oh & go throw rocks at Morrissey.