Circa Mardi Gras 2004. I made a pretty hot chick, if I do say so myself. And Freudian observations about the cigar are so last year.

I remember death, though certainly not mine. That fact makes my will no stronger nor my courage more infallible, it just makes it a fact. Death isn’t a hooded specter with scythe or a foreigner playing chess. Death is my grandmother, so thin she looks like a skeleton dipped in yellow wax, and a church full of people chorusing as one in what might ( Read more... )

And it's not because they're smarter then men (which is true, but not by much), it's because they've devised a way of communicating with one another that men will never be privy to. Tampon commercials. Now, I know you're thinking "Tyler, you hot stud you, I've never seen any secret communications between the female rulers of our planet during those ( Read more... )

There is nothing, and I mean nothing, like the feeling of having a female actively pursuing you and your little buddy.

I don't have anything else to say, really.

That was an experience. I got punched in the arm by Oscar De La Hoya, Ellijah Wood threw me beads (and later said one of the funniest things I've ever heard "Rape is no laughing matter, unless you're raping a clown."), and I dressed in full drag and subsequently got hit on by lots of drunken men and sober women oddly enough. The gras, it would ( Read more... )

I'm in the clear. Thanks, nondenominational spiritual being.

Information is not knowledge; Knowledge is not Wisdom; Wisdom is not truth; Truth is not beauty; Beauty is not love; Love is not music; Music is the best.

So. My friend, I've recently learned, has HIV and now AIDS. It's entirely possible we've been with the same girls.

This is the scariest fucking thing that's ever happened to me.

If I were a month, I'd be: June. Why the hell not ( Read more... )

And I'm still here. Hell and damnation, where is my time going? Scratch that. Where has my time been? It can't have been spent on all the things that weren't worth it, the fights and the school and the fucking Irish Republican Army and the jobs and the writing and the women. I sure as hell hope it wasn't with the things that were worth it, the band ( Read more... )