Fat Free Milk

I am Jane Goodall's Tanzanian monkeys typing about bananas.

10/31/05

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The Sad Thing Is... That I think that I spend more time talking about other peoples relationships or just philosophizing in general about t...
10/30/05

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Wrecking Crew... Arghhh. The only good thing about L.A. is the people living in it.
10/27/05

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My Ancestors Would Be Proud... I hate being busy. I hate doing things. I hate going in public places. I hate being around people. I don'...
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10/24/05

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And His Brother Gandalf... Dude. Full on just saw a guy's paperwork and his name is... Merlin. Fucking Merlin. He's married too. Can...
10/23/05

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Richard Fell... I think that the ankle's not broken but my drunken, youthful exhuberance is my confidence in this body is as brittle as ...
10/22/05

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No More Golfing For Me... 3 A.M. in the park across the street. Drunk w/ a neighbor. I fell getting more golf balls. Now I won't have a ...
10/19/05

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No More Vodka Redbulls For me... The cement fairies must've poured cement in my ears while I was sleeping last night. I can't even f...
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10/18/05

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The Back Street Boys... Aren't that bad. Really .
10/17/05

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Palm Trees On Fire Smell Like Smog... This lightning's burning them up out here Power went out and I just sat here in the darkness not k...
10/14/05

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My Brain Is Dying... After work I went to the corner store to buy a six pack of Coke. Minutes after that, on the way home I stopped at the g...
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