Trophy girlfriends become trophy wives.
Fitted clothing turns to baggy sweats.

Positive Energy Dome!



Think positive!

I locked every door in my house tonight. Watched 5 episodes of Cowboy Bebop, and fell asleep. Drank a Holiday Spice Pepsi, ate a sub. Put on my headphones. Total isolation, and I would only let one person in this whole wide world in the door.

Cindy Crawford.

Avery Elizabeth!

Romance at it's finest...(the kind I really identify with.) Not that sentimental crap, but an honest statement of love, infatuation, or lust I guess. Hopefully love could spur on a comment like this:

"I would never stick my head in a gas oven at the end of an evening with you."

-About A Boy by Nick Hornby.




It hurts my throat to breeeeeeeeeathe.

If I could own the eternal optimism of Foxtrot...I'd be set for life.

"Why the grouchy face?"

"Mom says I have to read all the Valentines I got."

"You don't normally read them?

"Heck no I don't want to expose myself to a bunch of girly flirtation! I mean look at some of these...'Dear Jason, Happy Valentines day you nerdy twit.'"

"Calling you a nerdy twit is flirting?

"It's an anagram of trendy wit."

The duality of man.

"You have no faith to lose...and you know it."

It's hard to get up in the morning when you aren't God.

In the grand scheme of things I really have stood in wonderment at the accomplishment you've made in me.

Yes, that was directed at you, Andy.

Ok this is the first time I have realized I use my iPod too much. I was sitting at a concert with earplugs in and I thought, I better take my iPod out so I can hear this music better. So I reached towards my ears and realized it was ear plugs and not my earphones.

Yes. I am moron.

"Soon enough your friends will find you out."

I have to get that very un-manly poem off the top of my site:



And put a very manly picture up. (Of Flash monkey!)