scarsdaleloriat

I'm sick.

I can't even talk. I just, like, croak. Like a fucking bullfrog.

So I went to NH for the Barmitzvah. And I found out that my friend from NH has become an escort. Needless to say, I decided to get a free treatment, which was most likely and definetly unfortunatly the highlight of the trip.

I highly recommend to everyone the movie Velvet Goldmine. See it. NOW!

Other than that, life is rather shitty, and according to e-harmony.com I am not compatible with ONE SINGLE WOMAN OR MAN WITHIN THE ENTIRE COUNTRY...who's signed on to that site. That is the most DEPRESSING thing I've ever heard in my life. Thanks a lot, fuckers.

And, a new quote to end this compeltly hideous post:

"I mean, despite the suttle reaffermations at the bottom of each page, like, "YOU'RE DOING SUCH A GREAT JOB!", I realize from my answers that I'm one cold hearted son of a bitch who really deserves his one-way ticket to the Big Red, if you get me. "
--Keith Gardener, taking a survey on his personality


::Croak:: ::Croak::