seventeen by sixty four bit

I don't go to friends' shows... poetry readings, recitals, gallery openings, concerts. I hate that shit. The only thing more inconsiderate than telling your friend that he/she sucks at whatever it is that they think they can do is imposing your faggio talent/passion/activity on your friends.

My friend asked me to go with her to see her friends' adolescent, geeky, high school band a few times... after missing the first couple shows, i decided to give them a chance...
and they turned out to be better than most bands i've heard... ever. Definitely better than any bastard nouveau art/music cal arts grad music kids I often have to endure. Sure they're nerdcore, and Dream Theatre / Joe Satriani / Rush is easier to do than Sex Pistols most days... but they did it well, and better they performed like rockstars. The droves of sixteen / seventeen year old girls didn't hurt. Check um out.

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K-I-T... See You In September.

My old roommate once wrote of me, "He is an enigma. Always surrounded, but always alone." As I think more and more about my high school friends, I'm torn between wanting to go home and feeling like I don't even have a place to call home.

It scares me that my ten year high school reunion is right around the corner... I don't have any lofty life goals, I don't ask for much, but I will be a different person when I return. Maybe not for the better. We'll see.

Tip of the day: Don't go on myspace before you fall asleep. Nothing good can come of it.

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And It's Deep Too!

Shit, we had big fun when he was here, ain't no need to start crying now cause he gone.
- R.P.

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Suicide Tennis Racquets & Tweenagers

So what if I was vamping on the Glazed Wheels of Justice as it was driving away! Hold the camera steady for like half a second and for god's sake, be a big girl and shut up about the tennis racquet! Is that a DIET SPARKS in my hand?! Oh, I think it is!

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Dropping Names & Picking Them Up

Tiny Edward Norton and tiny John C. Reilly discuss their upcoming projects while nestled in the warmth of my hand.

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Bend Over Mary Sunshine!

Poll of the morning: Okay, What the fuck?! Right?! I mean... could she get any hotter! I mean, an indian and an octopus?!

Ps, is it me of has Stephen turned into Brandon Davis in exhibit B?

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Fly Like An Eagle

Okay, so wait... honestly, whose jeans are cooler? His are all faded and slouchy, but they have that european drape that makes them something special. Like when robbie williams wears a leopard g-string and it's more in than gay.

Ya heard it here first(ish)! Restoring my hope that a pudgy, homo-e metrogay geek can can find his way into Stacy's Mom's "stacy!" All i need to cross the finish line is a more cocaine diet, daddy's millions to lure her back to my gingerbread house, and... fuck, this is the tough one... a fucking British t'wang. Fucking slappers! always falling onto a dude's cock just because he sounds like Fawlty Towers... Boo to chicks.

Oh! And why does mariah carey have the number one song in the country right now?!

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The Gardener is Coming

I read The Great Gatsby when I was a junior in high school and I guess it would be misleading to say that I wish that I become Jay Gatsby, but I guess I've just seen him as the most favorable prototype of my destiny [the best possible outcome, as dismal as that seems]. I don't even like to dance. The Daisy Buchanan thing is almost too sweet for candy (self-fulfilling prophecy or observer-expectancy effect... he was our only unwed president). I swear I'm a good driver... I just hope someone cooler than am Waterson attends.

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delicious dirty soles

I'm a sucker for prom. Homecoming too!
Distance makes the heart grow fonder and familiarity breeds contempt. I'm not as interesting as you think, but I'm definitely more exciting than you'll ever know. I wish for a lot of things, and for a few others. I know what I am [to you] and i know what I do... it's selfish, but that's just because I'm selfish. I don't rate things nor create ordered lists, but my favorite memory at this exact moment is that of the water balloon fight between the juniors and seniors following my last day of high school. And I'm very much...

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American Appeal

Hey, this is my friend. Her name is "You fucking wish you were us!". So what if we look hot in pastel!

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Neptune Beach: The Real Kris Kris

Kristen versus Kristin.
I'll be back shortly with an update, pros and cons and the like, this is all for you, my loves! Sprinkle some sugar and fairy dust! The link below will get you to last night's alternate ending and to the webnerd discussion. Get to upn.com today (Thursday, Dec 1) where Rob Thomas will be online to talk with fans and discuss the episode!

Ready. Set. Go Team!

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