HEY DUDE YOU THERE HEY DUDE HEY DUDE YOU STILL THERE
Mark I’m being irresponsible—wanna help me
decide between three pairs of boots? I’m hardcore
e-flirting with HTML5 and I hate Apple for
manipulating the way everybody thinks about
the Tupac hologram. It’s OK to hate somebody’s face if
that jeans site doesn’t have my size. But wanna
see something cute? Allow me to present
a picture of two beautiful Big Gulp cups and a
a lesbian in her late 30s. This teenage girl with blue hair starts
a small press and you've got a hankering to buy a psychedelic
cowboy shirt off eBay. it’s one of life’s little mysteries:
Books and money, books and clothes. Money and books–what
do we want out of anything, Mark?!?! What is the definition of value??
Will we ever make it to this Thai restaurant i like in Oroville? Before
you go can I just complain about my love life? Girlfriends aren't
libraries, and memories aren’t slices of brain loaf. Tonight on
IFC, Jordaan and I go to Worcester and pee on everyone
while they aren’t looking. I just laugh and do not invite
them to elaborate. It was “totes adorbs." Hehe haha hehehe <3.
I’m in this phase of my life where I’m always vehemently
hugging Brian Foley, but if you’re fainting every time
someone kisses you on the cheek, you might as well
be living in Staten Island.
Today is Mike Young’s birthday and he’s my best friend so I wrote this poem which is actually just made up of stuff Mike has said to me in Gchat. Happy birthday Mike, you’re the swellest of swells.