Echo

Man, I obviously didn’t have enough balls in college. Wish I had written something like this and not cared so much about things like grades, or graduating, or not being homeless when you don’t have a job.

um, yeah…I’m gonna have to ask you to turn the crazy down a notch…

http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2005013091,00.html

Do you ever feel…not so fresh?

1:44am and I wonder what it would be like to just not go to work. Just pull an office space and decide not to go anymore. I went to the bank during my lunch break just to do a balance inquiry. Like visiting my money in its theoretical form will reaffirm my will to work. I kind of like having money. But I don’t like to work. Someone work out a happy compromise for me. One that doesn’t involve sex with a very very old and very very rich man.

I wonder if blogging is bad for me. Like, if you have a jolly good time masturbating, you end up not having any drive to go out and get the real thing. Increase time spent blogging…decrease time spent screenwriting and other writing of that ilk that could potentially bring in income. Shame on you guys for letting my masturbation problem get out of hand.

I made empanadas for dinner tonight. Just wanted to try but I substituted out such incredients as lard, using butter instead. Because it’s uh…so much better for you. But actually, I didn’t even have any regular butter in the house so I used light butter for the dough, which I figured would kill the recipe since the lard/shortening/butter is necessary for good pastry texture. And then I baked them instead of frying them. The results weren’t so much empanadas as beef and potato pies. And then I accidentally left a batch in the oven for 80 minutes (they’re supposed to bake for 20) because I zoned out.

There should be a Special Olympics event called Living. You just go about your life trying to put one foot in front of the other and make it day to day without any tragicomical disasters or setting anyone’s pets on fire. I would try out for this event, but probably not even qualify for competition, when it’s discovered that no matter how well labeled and obvious a plate glass window is, I’ll still walk into it.

I’m so tired but I don’t want to go to bed.

Going to bed = alarm clock going off = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = snoozing = getting up = cranky shower = work.

By not going to bed, I prevent this whole process, creating a break in the time/space continuum by interrupting the logical chain of events so that resulting events can not occur. Therefore, by not going to bed, I don’t have to work. Ha! Take that God! I beat you.

No, I’m tired. I’m going to bed.

We Salute You, Patrick Kerney!


Car Alarms Are Really Sensitive and the friends of the Navy congratulate NFL’s Patrick Kerney for being Fa-bu lous!

This Bud’s for you... May every day be like a gay porn.

please please please god…give me the strength to put on pants and go writing…i have a sweater on and socks…please give me the strength to put one leg on and then the other and be appropriate.

Starbuck’s Chantico

What it is: (chocolate flavored) Liquid Crack

Target market: Pregnant women and women on their periods

Decadence Quotient: Off the scales

Review: Like melting down a bar of fine Belgium chocolate and drinking it, then writhing from self loathing over debased gluttony. The perfect tool of masochism for today’s way-too-fat-for-the-magazine-covers-anyway woman on the go. Three men were required to restrain me as I fought to lick the last drops of rich goodness out of the paper cup after contents had been consumed.

Emotional Consequence: Want to slice off resulting roll of fat from 6 oz. indulgence and flog myself with it.

Press: http://money.cnn.com/2005/01/07/news/fortune500/starbucks_chantico/

Verdict: Highly recommend

Rainy Days!

Rock. They just do. It’s coming down hard outside (it’s like a carwash out there), like the sun coming up means everything is now clean enough for me to go outside. How can you not love the rain if you think of how clean it makes things feel?

So being stuck indoors, Brian and I are listening to some awesome music, having cocktails–for me, limeade with tonic water and vodka. for him, cranberry and ketel one–with a pizza in the oven, in the first stretch of a night in, lounging around and watching a video. [Fuck…I wish I had a straight guy in my life.] Regardless, it’s cozy and safe and right now; life feels beautiful.

I love the rain.

um…so…are the seeing eye dogs the ones who are supposed to read that and know it’s okay to enter?

Over a glass of wine, Brian and I discuss the current economic state in the Republic of Congo.

What you need to know is that Colin is 6’4″. Yes. These boots are 4 ft. tall, ecstatic to be here, Libra Dragons who like Italian food and long walks on the beach at sunset.

this was taken at the Brass Monkey on karoke night sometime last month, but I’ve been errant in posting the pic. These are my friends Roxie and Laauren rocking out to Britney Spears. You see the gap-toothed guy on the left watching them enthusiastically? What you can’t tell from this picture is there is no other table of people anywhere near him. He pulled up a chair literally up to the stage to watch them. And apparently, he had told Lauren earlier in the evening that he had killed 14 people. Awesome.

Wow. Down to his blog address, this guy is BRILLIANT!

So I was on Match.com looking for good pictures for He Looks Like, when I found this guy . The picture grabbed me. Read his profile…this has got to be a joke. God, I hope it is.

There was this pillar outside of a church in Venice with this sex ed diorama.

First, the young man calls on a young woman of good reputation.

The two young people display flirtatious behavior, tentatively feeling out the nature and depth of each other’s affections.

The man lets his intentions be known that he plans to “get all up in dat shit…most respectfully speaking.”