Guys online are flakey as hell. Including me. It comes with the territory.
I think I’m missing something about everyone’s excitement over the Matthew Shepard Act. — WIN or FAIL
Don’t ever write a check your ass can’t cash. TRUST.
I need to be more victorious in my awesome responsibilities. (Thank you, David Krikorian, for the most amazing personal mantra ever.)
I really need to start spellchecking and/or editing and/or reading my blogs before they post.
I think the best description of depression is this: You’re more upset that you are depressed over everyone else, rather than being upset by anything in particular.
DiGiornio pizza is amazing. Better cold, though. Great drunk food.
People will find anything and anyhow to get high — witness the growing fad, “Butt Hash.” (not for the faint of stomach)
Social media websites that don’t have an effective layout for mobile web are stupid.
I am overwhelmed by the greatness of the people around me, and constantly strive to live up to the person my friends believe/want me to be.
The chronically ill are simultaneously the strongest and weakest people in the world.
I have blogger envy. It’s something like penis envy, but I have a blog.
Follow Friday (#FF) on Twitter is annoying to me — so many to pimp, so few characters! (Meanwhile, I got to my 1000th follower — WOW!).
Tried watching Borat again. Turned it off 20 minutes in. I remember it being better than that.
Meanwhile, Sweeney Todd was just as good, if not better, than I remember.
Slowly but surely, I’m becoming obsessed with old school musicals. I am listening to Barbara Streisand as I write this.