lummox

im trying to concentrate on my own needs during this time of healing you uncaring bastard.

"... so what? If your mom had teeth, she wouldn't suck dick so well, whats your point?"

i spent a february in spain and the weather was awesome. dry and cool. but too cold for montserrat. get your ass to new york and any number of flights to madrid will be cheap. unless the euro gets even stronger.

my buddy got his girlfriend a mood ring so that he can monitor her moods. When she's in a good mood... it turns green. When she's in a bad mood... it leaves a big red mark on his forehead.

i dont need no machine to tel me my name is g-lummox

i need to read something uplifting. maybe readers digest real life drama?

'dude, got any weed?'

in my experience those conflicting feelings can back to you anytime. kinda frustrating too when you been at the game for years and years and you get totally fucking gripped. but then thats part of the allure. climbing never gets easier. sounds girlified and shit i know but i try to climb with a sense of joy and it works for me. then again some days im a spaz no matter what ana others im smooth like astroglide.

im not worthy.

shit dude theres some cats around where i live and they keep the mice population in check. without em my kitchen would be over-fuckin-run. its pretty fun to watch pounce ona mouse and eat their puny fucking heads. course i might feel diferent if i had cable.

what? like you got no preciation for kitsch?

werent there some questions of static versus dydnamic rope or sumpin? the carabiner breakage is kinda freaky rare ifn you know what i mean. even with no gate theyre not exactly weak.

sthu ya gasbag

the ammonia addition to the squirter kicks ass. or put some lemon juice in it. cats and dogs hate that shit.

is what you guys are.

those cheap ass ones that make ya look like ya just came from the eye doctor. you know what im talking bout?

wtf do you think that hook under the front of your car is for?

yea. drinking. inspired me to put the bottle aside. no shit. too bad sobriety is novel for me. augustens dry was similarly shocking, but better written. for a gay dude hes pretty cool. running with scissors was just shocking.

whatever. like walmart even rates near enron.

i finished three books over the holiday. one by caroline knapp and two by augusten burroughs. man those people have lived through some fucked up stuff.

right on top of that news eh sparky?

more proof that (effective group IQ) = (average IQ)/(number in the group)

im on the fuckin wagon. no real choice in the matter.

that sucks. btw, the picture of sherma is gay.

jealousy sucks dont it?