Dear college: I want my life back. Only one more week of your bullshit, but having a final on Wednesday at 8 at night, before I have to consecutive finals on Thursday morning, just seems spiteful and immature. If I didn't have to see you again in January, I'd tell you to go fuck yourself, but as it is, we're stuck with each other for at least another three years.

I'm thinking of canceling my account, seeing that I haven't been around lately and I can't afford the subscription. You all know where to find me, those of you who actually remain.

My life isn't so shitty right now. I have a girlfriend that bakes extreme treats and plays Silent Hill with me. I'm getting fat and hairy, and she still loves me. And I love her.



That doesn't sound like much, but it's the best.

So, my life just turned to shit.

I've been pretty shit about updating this blog and participating in the community (aside participating on the CE board, which I can't help because I'm Brokeback Mountain for politics and current events). I've been outgrowing the site for a while, sticking around mainly for the friends and because it's gotten me laid quite a few times, but now that I'm in a serious (for me) relationship and I'm an introvert that's busy schoolin' it up I'm finding myself visiting less and less.

Which is a shame, because I'm sure there are plenty of high quality sets that are just demanding my attention. Or not.

But I'm happy, and healthy, and in love, and doing well in general (aside from the whole "excruciating chronic pain" deal). I've got my fingers crossed for a huge tax return, looking forward to Mexico and Minneapolis in the spring, and still dying to go to Ireland. I'm dominating pre-cal and being an absolute Melvin in the rest of my classes. Life is tits right now.

We need to hang out, but in real life because this account probably won't last for much longer.

My life according to Kate: more fucking, eating, and compulsive spending than careful consideration and planning for the future.

But hey, it works for me (for now).

New Year's Resolution: more eating, fucking, and less spending. Also, more schooling.

Ballet is so gay.







Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I say I'm an ass man you will agree.

This blog is going to be a little bisexual. Mostly, it was going to be about some dudes I love and how I want to look like them, but then Kat Denning's tits were unleashed upon the internet.





YES.

Okay, now on to the dudes.

I started watching Battlestar Galactica again, because it's awesome. You know who else is awesome? These guys:

Jamie Bamber, yes please.


Michael Trucco (with a side of Katee Sackhoff), yes please.


Tahmoh Penikett, yes please.


But enough about the Battlestar boys, here's the main course.

Brian Wilson has a sexy beard, sexy sense of humor, and I'm pretty sure he could carry me around the bases if he really wanted (and I wish he did).

The jaw, the eyes, the drive, the cleats, the GIANTS.


And there are no words to describe my lust for Tom Hardy. None.


Yes, goddamn it, yes.

And here's the reasoning behind this man-heavy bonerfest: I want to look like those last two guys. Obviously, I can do the facial hair, but I'm also fairly slim. It's something I've been working on, but with my metabolism it's been a nightmare. I've gained 25 pounds so far (over the past 4 months), but I need at least 25 more to catch up. Now I just need to get back to stuffing my face.

And then Kat Dennings will love me.

Uno mas, pendejos.