December 2003
11 posts
I know your inseam!
Archive of recent quotes, solely for my personal edification:
(Referring to a rather sullied piece of clothing.)
“Dude, you better wash those boxers around ten times over… Actually, if I were you, I would just Velveteen Rabbit that shit.”
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“She wasn’t acting like she had a boyfriend last night.”
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Jay: “Ugh. I feel like shit. I need...
November 2003
8 posts
Home for the Holidays.
A family gathering always produces such wonderful zingers as these. Some sound horrible and out of context, but I refuse to brush them up or explain much. I love my family. They’re not funny to you, but God I love these people.
(During dinner.)
Grandpa: “Nice wine selection, honey.”
Grandma: “Fuck you, Tommy.”
(At local burger joint, ordering.)
Grandma:...
Recent Shutterbug.
Somewhat incomplete and mostly suitable for public consumption archive of recent activities:
Moksha Tribe Party
(Stolen from Natalie’s Cam)
Fever Gone.
11.16.2003
Sick Gathering.
Fever at 105.
Sometime around last week.
Was delirious.
Darwin Hall Photoshoot.
Pre-Fever.
(Natalie Camera.)
Otherworld Halloween Party
(Natalie Camera.)
On… Halloween.
Alissa’s Lovely...
One million frequent flyer miles.
(after being kissed)
“Your name’s Jay, right?”
(pause)
“You’re a guy, right?”
Ahem.
Find it interesting that Aroma’s is the one place that I go to regularly where I am still not recognized as such. This is by design. I go here to hide.
Unfortunately, my anonymity to the people that work here is also something I’ve just duped myself into; this...
This is fucking serious.
I adore the fact that Blogger actually has a help page about what to do if your mom finds your blog.
jay
containing phlegm
and venturing forth
from 594.
Words to live by.
“Cunnilingus:
It’s all sleight of hand.”
More Speedball, less Couture!
Browsing the Millarworld forums makes me itch. This is a place brimming with wonderfully cultured people, social discourse, and all sorts of funnyuns.
Alas, the Bendis board has ruined me. Three posts go by and there’s no Speedball reference, the word “taint”, or a Brtick post and I get nervous. It’s a comic board, jabber and fuck!
Of course, I’m coughing up...
So happy together.
(… in car … )
Dad: “Phil, would you like me to turn on the A/C?”
Phil: “No. Shit, Jerry, the reason I opened the window is because I am totally opposed to air.”
Mr. Healthy is my name.
You know that your eyes have gone bat fuck insane when this is what’s the easiest on the eyes.
A reduced online output has been plauging me as of late. Apologies. Mind, body, and the rest are continously bruised. Prognosis and outlook is positive; timeframe unknown.
jay
who still attempts to recover
from seeing
women who once
changed his diapers
dancing
on tables.