March 10, 2011

  • Hey

    I was going to do a vlog tonight but I'm not going to bother posting on Xanga.  I come off as pretty psycho and depressing.  I guess that's what happens when you talk about people leaving you all while brandishing a 12 gauge.  It's funny when I get my guns out to clean them, my cats always have to sniff them.  I wonder if they know all the life I've ended with them.  I don't think so because if they did they probably wouldn't sleep on me or chew on my eyebrow ring in the morning to wake me up so I feed them.  Wait, they probably only seek my attention so I feed them or give them water...sigh...just like real live people.  Kiki is now chewing on the barrel of my gun.  So cute.  Well here are some photos and some videos.

    Michael Moore is here.  Maybe I'll get to be in a movie.

    I wish people would fucking wake-up.

    That Peter Griffin is a genius.

    Maybe I can blame them for smoking weed back in the day and overeating.  The Bernenstein Bears made me fat.

    He got off easy.  I still think it's going to get worse at OSU.  This story isn't over.

    Nothing but the best for LeBron. 
    I dropped off my mom at work this morning because she couldn't get there with all the snow and then I drove to my house.  I sort of lost it in my driveway because of the sloppy conditions.

    I inspect the damage.

    I'm only posting because I know the drummer.

    Have a great appropriate unit of time.

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