dirrtywalker

I never really watched more than two or three episodes of The Sopranos, but I don't really know how anyone could think that he wasn't killed at the end of the last episode. It just makes too much sense. Everything goes blank when Meadow comes into the diner and that creepy guy comes out of the bathroom. The creepy guy killed him. I don't know why I care at all, but I don't think the end was as lazy as so many people are saying it was. Whatevs.

I'll write another entry now. Why not?

So those Truth ads on TV? We get it. I mean I am a huge advocate for anti-smoking legislation, but seriously, we fucking get it. It's tired.

Beyonce's new album is called B Day. I'm not kidding.

I'm afraid that The Aristocrats is kind of a "one view and you're done" movie. It's just not quite as good once you've already seen it.

I have to talk to my parents pretty soon about my future plans. That is totally scaring me shitless.

When I sit around and think about things, it's very rarely the past, anymore. I don't think I've ever been able to say that. Not once. Not ever.

You know, I haven't even been an Against Me! fan for that long, but golly gee it makes me mad when the good consumers of the world label them as a "screamo" band.

That's just not right.

Remember when I had that fucking bushy-ass beard that looked kind of ill? Well, I think that's going to return.

However, in a surprise move, I think I'm going to have Pam cut my hair really short. Like, senior year of high school short.

I'm thinking it, coupled with the beard (though pubic as it is), will look quite excellent.

I could be horribly wrong, though.

Heart and Souls with Robert Downey Jr. is a totally life-affirming movie, even if that absolute creep of a human being, Tom Sizemore, has a pretty big role in it.

Sooooo good. Soooooo underrated.

I think I'm getting a cane soon.

Google.com

Search: The Killers, When You Were Young

Click on the first link.

(Sweet Jesus I'm ready for October 3).

If I don't get to go to Buenos Aires soon, I think I'm going to pop. I got so wrapped up in commenting on lilplasticluna's Xanga that it's quite clear to me that I need to go back.

I put down $40 tonight and rolled away with $202. Yes, oh yes, oh yes.

I'm kind of a big deal.

My Xanga...goddamn it.

What a good, good song.