y'know, i'm pretty fed up with the enchanted manbabies of New Orleans.

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here's the deal: i don't buzzkill you, don't buzzkill me ( Read more... )

these are both rather arbitrary and bitchy things for me to hate on, but i've decided, irrevocably, that if you are a boy and wear too-tight, stone-washed red bermuda shorts - or, if you are anyone who insists upon puffing and blowing and sighing and puffing and blowing and sighing as you go about basic tasks, like reading letters or plugging in ( Read more... )

1. okay, about following the book. you know what follows the book? jackson's LOTR trilogy. know also what's boring as shit and i never watch for fun, me, the re-watcher of films? the LOTR trilogy. yaawwwwwnnnnn they kept the whole book in ( Read more... )

( world war zed! )

Sargeant Hatred: uh, Hank, you know about the birds and the bees, right?
Hank: for, like, two years now.
Sargeant Hatred: well, you know how, uh, some birds like birds, and some bees like bees?
Hank: like Uncle Gentleman?
Sargeant Hatred: right! and some birds like eggs. and eggs are fragile, so some egg-lovers take experimental drugs to keep from ( Read more... )

1. the chocolate cake shot (equal parts vodka and fragelico, iced, bite a lemon beforehand) may be the perfect shot. doesn't taste awful, is not girly. gets you shitty ( Read more... )

and i do feel quite sorry for his little girlfriend. imagine, having a boyfriend like that. you know, like i did.

this makes negotiating further dates with anyone a little harder, but i suppose i will get over it eventually. or not. whatever.

the dalai lama is here in new orleans ( Read more... )

cause i can't really say i'm "sick." i'm not sick. nor can i really say i'm unwell. i mean, i'm NOT, but how do you adequately but politely indicate that you have an internal sore that prevents you from enjoying anything ( Read more... )