People make a big deal out of free shit all the time and unless you are absolutely destitute I don't see how a keychain that reads "Ballistic: Ecks vs. Sever" is worth losing your shit over. And if you're a broke bitch, what kind of keys do you have anyway? I… Continue reading →
I am a huge Frank Black fan. Black Francis. Charles Thompson. Etc. Whatever name the man uses I will follow. I love The Pixies, Love The Catholics, Love everything I've ever heard the man record/perform. I've seen him live a number of times*, bought almost… Continue reading →
This past wednesday I celebrated my 26th birthday. I still feel the same, which is about 20, and Vanessa jokingly said I act 13. She did treat me to a wonderful dinner at The Texas Roadhouse, and she also sent a great gift basket full of snacks to my work.… Continue reading →
Normally, I pride myself on being a manly man. That means, if you cross me or look at me funny, I'll come at you like a fucking nightmare. All you'll see are blinding movements consisting of blurry fists and swollen knuckles. I'm so manly I crap out mallets… Continue reading →