isnt that schmexy?


last night i saved my housemate from her fifth blue valium and a sketchy bartender named MIKE.

my grandfathers methods of incentive have been getting mixed reviews, results, and reactions from this end. things should get better.

i am meeting pete wentz this evening.

i have been on a diet of steamed broccoli and cigarettes though, so i should look sufficiently glamorous enough for the occasion.