I am happy to report that the Electric Six are everything I hoped they'd be in concert (read: totally rockin ( Read more... )

My brother and his frisbee buddies apparently got accosted tonight by a tiny gang of Altoona seven-year-olds who attempted to beat them up while calling them "white trash-ass niggas".

Damn, that is pretty classic.

What is it about my journal that Russians find so fascinating? Seriously - I have no idea.

I went to Williamsburg again this past weekend and had a dandy time involving anime, old memes, new friends, old friends, copious conversation, Phoenix Wr___, Indian food, ukiyo-e, powwow dancers, political manga, crazy movies, fresh mozzarella, hyper wine shop clerks, Guitar Hero, tasty booze, and Michael York in a poncho.

All in all, a smashing ( Read more... )

While I wasn't necessarily referring to my Livejournal laziness in that latest little bit of navel-gazing, I admit it certainly wouldn't hurt to make a tasty post concerning what I've been up to lately ( Read more... )

I am so tired of hating myself for being lazy and unmotivated. I hate myself most of all for having been - and being - a neglectful friend ( Read more... )

Shadow is dead.
Maybe he wasn't the best dog that ever lived, but he was my favorite one.

Sometimes I sincerely feel that the lion's share of life is lies and false hope. In lovers, in jobs, in friends, in death, in everything.

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Well, I've graduated. I thought there would be more hurdles in the way, but there were/are not, and I now have in my possession that million-dollar sheet of paper ( Read more... )