what can i say that hasn't been said before? is this microphone on? i'm feeling the fever of lust. this past week has been nothing but fever. i blame peaches...she is so vulgar with her "shit". i love it.

need to shave.

listening to air's first album right now on rhapsody. sounds nice...verrry relaxing. i'm digging all these sexy electro-dance-punk albums, especially PEACHES. fuck the pain away, in deed.

still fat. eventho my dreams say otherwise. girls are beautiful as always. i saw a set recntly of a sg that looked like she had some upgrades....hmmm. time for some upgrades myself: mental upgrades. were porno for pyros ahead of their time...? perry's got that totally cool voice...we'll probably see him soon on vh1...you know that show!

og mandino...current reading matty

having a semi-shitty day. literally. must be my crap diet. or all my drugs...legal. began listening to the remastered NIN album...very good. i remember when i first heard the album with my "virgin" ears and took the tape back to tower records where the clerks love to and will give you shit. that was way before they wouldn't let u return a tape or cd because it was a piece of shit. upon talking with a co-worker, i had discovered that i was out of the loop. i wasn't hip...and some of that music stuck with me. ihad never heard anything like it. i went back to tower records maybe a week later and went back down the spiral. i was still a little creeped out about the God is dead shit but once the tape got around to "closer", i was in industrial-funk heaven.

i hate my neighbor. he lives above me. anytime after 10 pm or before 7 am if i turn on my radio, he bangs on my wall or he jumps on his floor. he's a fuckin mental patient (i should know)...why? the level of the volume that i play my radio at is the lowest point where i can hear it. i have only recived one complaint against me for noise...tv, radio....he hasn't complained about my snoring, the prick.

i love boobs.

"cake or death"