You could have fooled me.

Me can no pay rent this month.

Me selling original Sexplastic artwork on my site at discounted price to pay for rent.

Me hope you will at least go check 'er out.

Me am not Jar-Jar.

I'm giving away one of my Sexplastic cigarette/card cases on my site.

If anyone ever met "The Grinder," shown in my icon here, he is currently in a leg brace after messing it up real good. They had to re-block his entire show because of it. Poor kid.

I roll potato bread in small spheres, then pop them like grapes.

Hey, strangers. I still post my inane twaddle online.

That was all I had for you.

Hi. Do you remember me? Because I sure as hell got your number!

You can take the blogger out of LiveJournal, but you can't take him out of blogging.

My tomfoolery is now available as a limited time offer at
www.SEXPLASTIC.com

Lick a monkey.

Within the first hour of 2002, I was hit on by a drunken gay dwarf and a German girl asked if I was David Bowie. Later, a surly bar owner bought me free drinks and then bagged up food for me to take home from a New Year's Eve party buffet. Something else positive happened which could make 2002 an incredibly exciting and noteworthy year (high ( Read more... )

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Having your birthday fall on Christmas Eve can be frustrating. Birthdays are customarily associated with gift-giving, as is Christmas. So for years, upon my birthdate first being revealed to people, they oft respond with the thoughtless

For the second time this week, I found myself in Queens.

I don't mean I "found myself" in the sentimental-denounment-of-a-Cameron-Crowe-movie way, rather I was just in da burrough once again. In fact, the destination was the same: Chateau de Disco Love, home to satanvision, ramala and their little secret agent Nolan ( Read more... )

Through the use of search engines, the following phrases have yielded hits to my website over the past few months ( Read more... )