Frank.
Truth.
Filed under: America how can I write a holy litany in your silly moo | 7 Comments »
Frank.
Truth.
Filed under: America how can I write a holy litany in your silly moo | 7 Comments »
Not that I’m putting any actual effort into having an occult shop, or for that matter, a fourteen year old groupie, but I just thought I’d continue to articulate my goals.
–Have creepy, evil occult shop
–Have lunch with Jimmy Page
–Buy a house
–Dye my own yarn and make me something from it
–Do the dishes
As previously noted, there [...]
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But it’s not like my sex life was that great to begin with. I mean, let’s be honest, folks, if you lack the skills to convince libertarians to fuck you, you lack skills in general, and if ever there were a girl on the planet who liked to play “Get drunk and try to convince [...]
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Like Donnell Alexander says, "It's about completing the task of living with enough spontaneity to splurge some of it on bystanders, to share with others working through their own travails a little of your bonus life."
But, it's mostly the kind of place that folks looking for "girls and cars" stumble across by accident.
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