I find myself awake at four o'clock in the morning from having too much Mountain Dew to drink. I can feel my sperm count dropping already ( Read more... )

My grandmother is a pack-rat. My grandfather is a pack-rat. As is my mother. And so am I. My house is an endless treasure trove filled with many things, most of which fill my basement and deter me from ever reaching the washer and dryer. A lot of the things we have I would call junk. There is a giant ceramic cock ... err rooster. And also, one of ( Read more... )

Bailey and I just got back from Carousel Mall after having seen the movie 'RENT.' Wow. What a fantastic movie. Now I must admit I don't cry during movies. Well, except that time during 'Good Will Hunting' and 'X-Men' and 'X-Men 2' and 'Spider-Man' and 'Spider-Man 2' and 'Roomates' and 'Man on the Moon' and oh, there was 'Hedwig and the Angry Inch' ( Read more... )

One of my mother's friends' son proposed to his girlfriend in a cemetary.

That is so incredibly hot.

Almost as hot as filling someone out while listening to Ministry.

For once, there are moans echoing throughout our house and they aren't coming from my room. My mother is snoring, but to the untrained ear is sounds like the filming of Cumdumpsters V. My mother doesn't have sex. Those doors have been rusted shut and there are enough vines there to keep twelve men busy for eight days and nights. Not that that would ( Read more... )

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Hot damn! I think I may be getting smarter. Not on the level of walking AND chewing gum at the same time, but getting smarter nonetheless. I fixed my computer just now. And not one tear was shed. My computer has been making this absolute wretched 'help me' kind of noise for the past few days. Having had my warranty run-out and not wanting to pay to ( Read more... )

In lieu of my decision to put in my two weeks notice this past Saturday I decided that maybe it would be best if I waited and instead placed it in at the end of this week. That never happened as I did what I have a bad habit of doing and just out-right quit ( Read more... )

Yesterday while unloading our merchandise shipment from a truck I let slip to our stock boy that I thought our store manager was a bitch. Today, he goes and tells her what I said about her, initiating an almost hour long phone call conversation between her and I this afternoon ( Read more... )

I can not remember the last time that I felt this good.

Returning to downtown tomorrow night.

Teased hair, some make-up, and just all-out Club Kid-ness.

Yay.