for the love of god, stop making eye contact. I don't need to know you want to look at me all the time. really, seriously, truly, I feel loved...extraordinarly loved (always, deeply, etc., etc.). but sometimes it's nice to feel as existentially detatched as possible. I'm not saying I'm always looking for astral projection here, but geez, would ( Read more... )

gag films are a sublime pleasure rarely appreciated by any of my girlfriends. harder still is convincing them to recreate this compelling imagery on a regular basis ( Read more... )

yeah, so lately I've found myself at a loss for words, both in real life and on the intershit. neither bothers me very much, what with all of my friends calling me a blabbermouth, and the world wide wank being a complete waste of time ( Read more... )

damn, that John Lennon always seemed to hit the nail on the head ( Read more... )

to be perfectly honest, the greatest revelations of our time flood my brain every time I jerk off. and, sadly, they're all forgotten by the time I toss the kleenex in the trash.

I hate the city of Boston. I hate cutie pie Boston guys with their miserable working class Irish accents, Supercuts hairstyles, and addictions to shitty malt liquor. And most of all, I hate Boston sports teams ( Read more... )

reconnecting with old friends is wonderful, even when they've spent the better part of a year hating your guts. that deep, meaningful sort of bond with legitimately special people is the kind of thing I'm often so eager to forget when obstacles arise...even going so far as to let inferior quick-fix "friends" supplant important relationships. ( Read more... )

I suffered a fairly mild tragedy a couple of days ago. An old friend of the family passed away. She'd been battling pneumonia and suffering through bi-weekly dialysis for the past few months. Quite frankly, I think she pretty much ran out of patience. As a fairly vibrant, energetic sort, I don't think she was able to handle the thought of ( Read more... )