Former fatties.

I'm still fat. I could leave, I suppose and form my own messageboard called "Fatner".

We're not fat, Tania. You and I are voluptuous.

Or Reuebenesque... I long for the day when hips and ass are back.

Baby, they never went out. *snaps fingers*

Speak for yourself, Skeletor.

Please make note, everyone; this is the first and only time I will ever be referred to as "Skeletor" and I am completely okay with that.

Pass me a hamburger, big boy.

bands that have held up pretty well over time: Violent Femmes

It really was intended as a compliment. I briefly considered going with "Olive Oyl," but I stand by my original choice.

bands that got old surprisingly quick: Radio 4

Oh I know Bobbo. It was still funny.

you're the best. believe it or not, I'm actually really excited to get out there. We will have drinks and good times.

* my roommate and his girlfriend are drunkfighting. they're getting married in september and fight more now than me and my ex ever fought in six years.

* she won't share her valium with me.

well, at least you found something to punch...

I keep looking at Cotton's avatar and wonder if they're fake old teeth.

it's a melted keyboard. Now I keep thinking about teeth though.

Ohhh..I can see that now. But, I keep seeing molars.

My sister is in the hospital again -- we suspect another mini-stroke. If so, that would be #4.

I totally dig watching "Intervention".

Wait til she goes to sleep and gank 'em.

for whatever reason, my ipod loves the mos def/nate dogg/pharaohe monch song "oh no", and it makes me hate nate dogg.

ya'll fat.

I just had my first Cap'n pop in. This will be awesome.

There is a woman being very annoying outside of my store right now. I want to slap her.

So true. I listened to Gotham! constantly when it came out but haven't picked it up in at least two years.

did you ever see a bug fly past you, and then reach out to catch it and when you have, think to yourself, "I really hope I don't have a dead bug in my hand"?

fear and loathing: Obner
I thought it was parcels of heroin or sumpin' --shows you where my mind's been


My random thoughts all afternoon swing back to this....

Inclinado en las tardes tiro mis tristes redes a tus ojos oceanicos

Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets
towards your oceanic eyes.

There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames,
its arms turning like a drowning man's.

I send out red signals across your absent eyes
that wave like the sea or the beach by a lighthouse.

You keep only darkness, my distant female,
from your regard sometimes the coast of dread emerges.

Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets
to the sea that is thrashed by your oceanic eyes.

The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.

The night gallops on its shadowy mare
shedding blue tassles over the land.

Damn, I need to go to the dentist