Another wasted night. In response to all you "metrosexuals," this is all I have to say:


And besides, all you hipsters have nothing on the French. Wait until you all start wearing your parachute pants tucked into your boxing-style hightops. Then you'll really be hardcore.

Thank you for summing it up, toothpaste.

Turning Japanese. Well it's true, I am, in a sense, although I have a sneaking suspicion that song is racist. But I digress. I think this sums up our election options quite nicely.

Can you tell me how to get. So, yeah, horrible horrible taste, but oh so funny.



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Pinch me, and then just touch me. Had to start it out with a little B.B. considering that it's the only techno I regularly get to hear. I am going through so many different types of withdrawls it's just not even funny anymore. Makes me wanna spend my day cursing just to feel that acidy-tingling sensation you get from doing something illicit and impolite. Or take up heavy drinking. Or go dancing just so that people will grope me... okay, maybe not that last one.

I have a bitchin' pad, and you all have to come visit so that I can go "nah nah nah" in your general direction because I live in a sexy loft, and you do not. Of course, I will not get to use said sexy loft for any sexy purposes, so really what's the point? And now we're back to where we started.

Classes have started, and the stress of it all is... quite different from Swells stress. No homework, but trying to pay attention is kinda exhausting after awhile. Been watching a lot of French TV, and I officially hate dubbing. Can't they frigging produce their own shows? Bah.

Fuck this, I'm getting a crepe. If I can't have sex, at least I can have chocolate.