About Me
It's alright if you act like a turd, because I like birds.
age: 34 (Apr 25, 1977)
MEMBER SINCE: January 2006
occupation: counter monkey/starving artist leaning on the fat side.
crush: Daphne from Scooby Doo.
heroes: Bill Hicks, Jack kerouac, Robert Desnos, Frank Sinatra, George Carlin, ordinary folks.
sign: taurus
i lost my virginity: I really need to learn to keep track of things better.
into: Writing, making movies, wasting time, taking long walks for no good reason, air.
So sometimes I feel left out because I don't really have any drug stories. I mean, I've done some pot, and I giggled a bit, but that's pretty much as far as it goes. As of press time my best drug story is the time I got drunk on Jaeger and spent two hours laughing at Buster's fake fireplace. That's what happens to me when I'm drunk, I think everything's an absolute hoot. In the annals of drug stories, though, it's pretty thoroughly lame.
When other folks started getting seriously about their drug habits I just started wolfing down cupcakes and now I'm a fat lame bastard who doesn't have any good stories to tell.
But yanno, no regrets. Cupcakes are grand. But I'd kind of like a story about how I blacked out one night and woke up next to a seven-foot-tall Samoan drag queen with duct tape over my nipples and a midget in a hard hat passed out in my bathroom. Or at least an excuse for why that happened. Nowadays I just have to shrug my shoulders and say "Yanno, what are you gonna do?"
Okay, so that's mostly a lie. The midget wasn't wearing a hard hat as far as I remember.
When other folks started getting seriously about their drug habits I just started wolfing down cupcakes and now I'm a fat lame bastard who doesn't have any good stories to tell.
But yanno, no regrets. Cupcakes are grand. But I'd kind of like a story about how I blacked out one night and woke up next to a seven-foot-tall Samoan drag queen with duct tape over my nipples and a midget in a hard hat passed out in my bathroom. Or at least an excuse for why that happened. Nowadays I just have to shrug my shoulders and say "Yanno, what are you gonna do?"
Okay, so that's mostly a lie. The midget wasn't wearing a hard hat as far as I remember.















Ceciley