ARG! You fuckin LJ kids is crazy!
well actually it’s my own god damn fault.
i was setting up the tumblr account. and with the twitter integration it said you could “toggle” it on and off when posting, so i thought i’d get an option, but i didn’t . and i test-posted and blew the whole fuckin thing up.
so whatevs.
i set this up because i wanted to tell a kind-of crazy story that happened last week on the bus in the UK when i started going off on nostalgia and then did something i feel bad about. and i sat down to write it, but instead I spent hours setting this shit up. and now i’m too tired to write the story.
and i was looking for a pic of my dick, but instead i found a picture of me looking like a dick. and i was gonna change it, but you guys got all sassy on me. so now you’re stuck with it. so go eat it. ( a dick, that is)
i’m just playing. anyway. to all y’all that found this: WELCOME! good work kids.
the first thing i’ll post will be that story (when i finally write it), and then i’ll delete these two entries, and upload a good dick pic.
ok, i’m gonna go finish watching Moonstruck. i think i can finally sleep now. This is the first time i’ve seen Nicolas Cage in a movie where he doesn’t totally give me douche chills. (he has real hair, real teeth [and they’re kind of fucked up which is cool], and his chest hair is insane [kinda gross, but not douchey. like, it’s real— you know? everything about him now makes me want to slap him. but like, how can you wanna slap a man for having crazy chest hair? almost as insane as Guy Ripley’s. [actually, i liked him in Adaptation—i think he was perfect—but only because the character he played was just sooooooo douchey. it was almost like he wasn’t acting….well, cause he can’t). wow. i just went off on the dude. ummm… sorry Nic. Sorry Mr. Coppolla. I love your wines. I think you make a fine product at a competitive price. And your daughter is pretty sweet too. But come on? How does this Nic keep getting work?
