It has come to my attention that I have no recollection of birthdays 14 -17. I remember 13. I remember 18, but I've got nothing in-between.

I've got 40s and Next. My night is either complete, or really pathetic.

TV just told Julia and I to go to bed.

Fuck you TV.

I'm sorry, I miss you, please come back on before the World Cup Final.

Nugget with a ( HOUSE! )

Combine one part Debauchery Port, with one generous portion of alcohol and ( this is what you get. )

I was putting the finishing touches on my cleaning fiasco by returning a stray disc to my "Return of the King" extended edition box, and while trying to return the box to the sleeve, it wouldn't fit. I looked inside and found this on a stray piece of paper in my handwriting ( Read more... )

I have officially become a card carrying member of the human race (American Chapter) for my humble abode is finally host to an internet port. Let the sarcastic away messages begin. Well, I suppose they won't be able to officially begin until I get a wireless port thingie (thingie being the technical term) from Best Buy or other such peddler of ( Read more... )

Alaina: Where's my car?
Serg: At my house.
Alaina: Why is my car at your house?
Serg: Because you drink too much.
Alaina: . . .yeah.

My goal for 20 = stop living by comparison.

You: What do you want for your birthday?

Me: A wealthy anonymous benefactor.

I hate it when you have 15 min. to be somewhere that's 3 min away. 12 min isn't enough time to do anything really. Well, rather to conceptualize something to do and execute it and still have time for travel. I feel like I just gave that time away. I want to start roll-over time. I'll bottle up all those 10 and 5 min increments spent waiting ( Read more... )