Album of the Week: Mad At Gravity - Resonance
And it's not because I left Reign of Fire on repeat while I slept. Again.
Probably my most elaborate update ever. If not then still elaborate. It's better when I plan ahead.
(I'm really not over it
)
Semi-Happy Fun DigiCam Alpha Retarded Fun Time Go!
Because my other wrist felt so damn naked.
NO FLASH!
Woof, woof, baby.
S-Street fo' lyfe, punkass mother bitches.
I'm straight edge on the inside.
ENDZ
Who here likes paychecks?
(it was rhetorical. si'down an shaddup)
This credit card shit is starting to weird me out. Haven't had cash in my wallet for 3 weeks, but I get more opportunities to blurt out my new catch phrase at random intervals, "BREAKOUTTHATVISABITCH!"
It startles people.
indie movie of the weekend, even though it's not the weekend: The Hard Word
popcorn movie of the weekend, even though it's not the weekend: Star Wars 3
(Drink up, ladies.)
Frank Caliendo's stand up is like watching a saturday morning cartoon while suffering from insomnia.
Dear Me,
Happy Fuckin
Birthday
You slut.
XOXO, The Truant
I'm going to start killing bugs with my bare hands.
Most people are varying degrees of astonishment or stupefacation after the revealing of my general fearlessness, although I make it well known that it's not from a zest for life, like you see on the TV. But I, myself, never would've guessed that the one foible in my stone demeanor would be found in the accumulation of insects. Specifically, maggots in human orifices. Especially unnatural orifices. I don't like saying that it is disturbing to me, but it definitely effects me in a way nothing else does. What gets me is that watching it live is so much less unnerving than looking at pictures. Wait, scratch that, make it any kind of bug in an unnatural human orifice. Hell, make it any kind of hole while you're at it. The thing about seeing it in front of me, though, is that I can reach out and smack it. With pictures, it's just stuck in my head.
While I was writing that paragraph, I had an epiphany. I may or may not come back to it later. Likely not. I'll just say that I'm not so disturbed by it anymore.
My rebuttal for people who want me to read some stupid long novel:
I want a bumper sticker that says "I'm drunk, stoned, and tripping on E, and I'm STILL driving better than you." Cus that's how MUH-FUCKIN GOOD I AM. Damn it.
FUCK THE PO'LEESE
(haud desiderium)
