I Can Change This Later, Right? Take Two

Short and tight. And thats just how Bloc Party gave it to me.

Not that I'm keeping score.

Good morning, munchkins. And now what I like to call "napping under my desk".

I'm not exactly sure what this graph is supposed to show, but I think it is a fairly accurate portrayal of my feelings about seeing Bloc Party tonight. Do with that what you will.

I've had a request for more pictures. Don't get your panties in a bunch. I will do what I can to litter my blog with pictures (of you).

Update: Too late, panties already bunched

Yeah, sure this NYTimes article makes sense. I've eaten goat before; it's totally normal. Oh wait, I was eating goat because I had to, because I was in Kenya, because it was slaughtered in front of me for the sole purpose of my eating, because it would have been offensive for me not to eat it. For me, goats serve two purposes: cheese and companionship.

Advice: If anyone tries to make you eat goat against your will, claim you have one of these.

I went to a small liberal arts college on the west coast. Lets call it...oh never mind, it's not like you're going to have heard of it anyway, Pomona. It was a lovely, idyllic place where "traditional serious relationships are really uncommon, and are greatly outnumbered by “casual hook-ups”!"

Ah college, how I miss the way you swaddled me in your big loving arms of binge-drinking.

For the love of f-ing god, will somone just tell me whether or not they are boning? I don't even know who to believe anymore...

Or at least I don't know how to. You see, though I spent approximately 80 hours a day in front of the computer, I have very little idea how to manipulate the machine. I have a mac. It owns me. This will be a learning process for both of us. Anywho, welcome to my humble blog. Poke around a bit; I cleaned just for you.

This will be a blog to make me feel slightly better about the fact that all I do is read other people's blogs and criticize them (both the people and the blogs of course). I will probably blog about blogs a lot. How meta. This will also be my blog about puppies, and by puppies I mean everything but (we've already covered the fact that I don't have a puppy, don't rub it in). I currently have two residences (Brooklyn and Manhattan), which says a lot about me (read: huge loser, or, unable to figure out a lease). I do things like work, go to shows, buy unneccesary items, drink too much. These are completely needless facts. The only thing you will need to know is that when I swear at you, or anyone else, I mean it in the most loving way possible (with a few exceptions).

Enjoy, bitches.

If I can't have a puppy, I may as well have a blog.