Here we go Steelers.
Here we go.
6-1.

15 hours since Thursday.
10 hours today.
Three. Cups.
Two colors.
Rock.

I've started my softcore porno tarot deck.
It shall be my life’s work.
Or I'll do a couple cards and move on to something else.
Lets hear it for the short attention span.

"I wanna hold her wanna hold her tight
get teenage kicks right through the night."

"Did you fucking fuck my wife?"
Jonathan Lethem is cool.
I need to read more of his books.

America has yet to live up to its potential.
Hopefully soon we’ll start heading in the right direction again.
Lets get in the car and take a trip.
I've never seen amber waves of grain.

You should really read Eureka Street. You should read it for passages like this: "The fat Mick had big balls, for sure, but Evans had never met a man who could outgonad him." And if that's not enough you should read it for the GIANT DILDO REFUND.

I've got an election night party to go to.
Now to figure out what costume to wear.

AIR's annual fundraiser/benefit.
Prints were made.
Food was eaten.
Bands rocked out.
Girls were flirted with.
A good time was had by all.

Curtis Montague Schilling.

I'm sorry.
I don't even know you.
Lets just be friends.
Don't make me put a hex on you.

I love you.

Here we go Steelers.
Here we go.

As Neil Diamond would say:
"Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn."

From birth to midnight.

"Destroy him, my robots."

Dirty bomb:
"I don't think it would kill anybody," says Dr Theodore Rockwell, an authority on radiation, in an interview for the series. "You'll have trouble finding a serious report that would claim otherwise." The American department of energy, Rockwell continues, has simulated a dirty bomb explosion, "and they calculated that the most exposed individual would get a fairly high dose [of radiation], not life-threatening." And even this minor threat is open to question. The test assumed that no one fled the explosion for one year.

I'm pretty on the inside.

I'm going to watch the third debate in my pajamas.

Because I'm a bigger man than the president:
1. Not talking to her when I had the chance.
2. Him: "Do you need a job?" Me: "No."
3. Shaving the mohawk.

No more hair on my head.
Had a mohawk for a couple minutes.
Shaved my poor, patchy beard.

Yes it's true.
Howard Dean has no neck.

"Did you color your hair? No, wait.
You're a completely different girl. Sorry."

I'm writing haikus about nipples.

When I have kids I'm going to teach them to run around yelling "beasts, beasts, beasts".
Yes I will.

It has been brought to my attention that my mystique is wearing off.
This calls for bold, dramatic, eye catching action.
This calls for a reckless haircut.

Can anyone give me a real life situation that's like trying to find gold in a silver mine?

How many latex gloves is enough?

I'm wearing corduroy pants.
Corduroy is a strange word.
Carry on.

The current goal is to not shave until I graduate.
I'll probably wuss out.
My beard is weak.