All right! We've reached the point where each new journal entry becomes the latest recipient of the "Longest Gap Between Updates" award. Clocking in at nearly two months, this update is bound to be my last. I'm up to date enough with all the goings on here, so I know that the latest trend is to talk about how the new site affects your period... Read More
So I figured I'd update my journal since my birthday is coming up. Having that little mutant balloon by my name will prompt the three or so people who may or may not actually read my journal to leave their kind regards, and it would be rude of me to have some sob story about something that happened like, seven years ago or whatever.
Warning: The following update contains nothing but fighting
There seems to be a moral dilema permeating throughout the minds of NAGA competitors: Is an ultimately meaningless representation of one's true ability - such as a gold medal - worth the price of being a complete pussy?
If last weekend's tournament is any indication, the answer is a resounding "Are you fucking kidding me? Totally!"... Read More
The new year has come and gone, and clearly the only resolution I've made is to update even less. Despite several close calls involving the update button, I thinks it's safe to assume that I've stayed true to my vow. I can proudly say that most of you probably have no fucking clue what I've been up to, or possibly even who I am.... Read More
I had a dream about you last night, and I figure it was the "doh!" over brushing off your invitation because of the distance thing that did it.
It involved me escaping through an air shaft from my birthday party (to which hot sex was totally about to walk right through the door!) to some undisclosed location within the same building that you were calling me from.
Of course, I also had a dream about cooking bacon. Lots and lots of bacon. Interpret as you will.
Z and Order: Special Crime Scene Rape Prevention Astronauts
Last month's all new episode of my life featured the usual amount of adventure, surprise twists, and plenty of celebrity guest appearances. Although most die-hard fans will agree that I totally jumped the shark that time I solved the case of the haunted carnival with help from the of ghost of Pamela Anderson's first breast implants.... Read More
If love were gauged by journal entry frequency, not only would it mean that I completely hate all of you, it would also mean that I chained you in my basement and forgot about you until the day I tripped over your bones while looking through my old comic book collection. As it turns out, love isn't gauged that way, and I still love almost... Read More
If there's one thing that I'll always have throughout the course of my life, it's that nothing can take the last couple of weekends away from me. Well, I'll have that in addition to the fact that I probably fathered more than half of you.
Two weekends ago was my first taste of being retired. Not regular retired, where I bitch... Read More
So I decided it was time to trim my friends list. I didn't do it out of spite, pettiness, or any other negative reason. I just felt like there were far too many people on it that I never talk to, and I don't really see the point in keeping them there other than to say "I've met and/or been drunk in the same room... Read More
Almost a solid month with no updates? My relationship with this place is starting to look a lot like the end of my marriage. Sure we still live together, but we never talk, I party without telling you where I'm going, and I've definitely made out with more than one dude.
So the last few weeks have been a series of momentous victories and crushing... Read More
He may have BUT...he was telling me that you were proud of him all frikin night. It made him VERY happy. We have to all go out once we aren't so broke...or you can come over for some vodka and a threesome...your choice.
All right, I've got a lot of news to unload on your oh so fuckable faces, so I'm going to need your help. Basically all I need you to do is hold on tight and pray to whatever it is you love most that your mind doesn't blow out the back of your god damn head. Okay, it probably won't do that to you, but... Read More