waxangel

Life stinks

Speed kills

Fast cars

Cheap thrills

Rich girls

Fine wine

I lost my sense

I lost control

I lost my mind

Crying for no reason is fun.



Except when it isn't.



Which is all the time.

Got 350 heads
on a 305 engine,
I get 10 miles to the gallon,
I ain't got no good intentions.








I need some love. For real.

There is a distinct possibility that I will indeed die from this hangover.

If you're pretty sure you saw a friend's wife on an internet porn site, do you tell him?

Wow, I'm so glad I went through all the trouble of getting my Professor's permission to take his high-level Drugs & Behavior class, because when I went to the Psychology Department to prove that Professor Jenab said it was OK, they didn't even bother to check before they approved me to register for it.

Let's hear it for public universities that are enrolled to nearly...
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Big poker winnings + booze + Xanax = Goodnight All.

If only William Faulkner had the good sense to amalgamate the Compsons, the Sartorises, and the Snopes, he may have come up with a viable modern psyche, capable simultaneously of honor, strength, and manipulation to a degree as yet unachieved.

I think I finally figured out the basis of my ongoing beef with Kiefer Sutherland. He plays the baddest of baddies in the Lost Boys. This was a major influence in my formative years. I've never liked him since. I won't watch 24. I've never cared for his movies. I even was engaged to one of his cousins, yet, still, of the Sutherlands,...
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Sometimes I just want to be somebody's somebody.



But then, I'm yet to be my own body.