I think the 80's were a good time for young men. It was all about getting laid, getting drunk, and hanging out with your buddies. In the land of easy women and perpetual immaturity, juvenile behavior and hijinks were met with a "boys will be boys" attitude, instead of shit like sexual harassment lawsuits or sensitivity seminars nowadays.

Being a 90's kid has it's ups and downs.

And what is it about clowns that inexplicably draw numerous trusting children to a full-grown stranger, and simultaneously give adults the heebie jeebies?

Maybe it's the fact that they're always happy (because, face it, their smiles are literally painted on) and children long to believe their own state of contentedness can last forever, while adults are resentful of such a loud reminder that life will inevitably turn sour.

Just maybe.

Damn you Krusty.

I found this über cool: The Zombie Preparedness Kit (yes, that's right).

But just four shells? Has this person not read the Zombie Survival Guide? I'm glad I don't know the guy. I'd almost feel half bad after he alerts the rest of the zombies in the area of his location.

Yeah i'm really bored.

Lance Bass: I'm Gay

As if this was a surprise to anyone. I've always had my suspicions, but now all his former fans will be crushed. To think all those emotions wasted on a gay man. smh.

I've been reading a lot lately. Well, not a lot but more than I ever did in the past. I paid a visit to the library last week and as I was strolling around I saw War & Peace lying there on a table. I actually contemplated borrowing and attempting to read the damned thing. I figured if I can read a 700+ page Dan Brown novel in two days, I could easily dish out this thousand page mammoth in a week or two?

But then I snapped back to reality and laughed at myself. Instead I borrowed The Broker and I gotta say the book is moving fairly slow. Blah, maybe when I reach the half-way point it'll get more interesting.

SJU and Baruch Installs are less than three weeks away you beaches! Come through with the one two!

I really think I'm becoming nocturnal. I just finished watching Team America: World Police and I must say it's kinda funny and true at the same time.

Classes are officially over for me with just one final lingering over my shoulder for the following week. After that's all over I'll be enjoying the company of liquor and booze in Los Angeles for five days. Suckers.

Why is it that I'm just about the only one stuck with piece of shit Nextel? (no offense Lisa). Everyone's switching over. Who am I suppose to use my unlimited direct connect minutes on, huh?

I clicked on some email that I received today that said "You've received a greeting from a family member!" So naturally I clicked on the link because I genuinely assumed it was really an e-card from a family member. But as my luck precedes me, it turns out to be some sort of virus. My computer started fucking up on me earlier and I almost cried because I thought it was the virus acting up. Seriously, and this crappy McAfee software says it can't delete it. Bitches.

Goodnight guys.

"Life needs more sharing. It needs the extra space under your umbrella on a rainy day. It wants to see pictures of your 6-month old niece. The world  needs you to move your backpack so someone can sit there. Life is about shared moments, and the more of them we share, the closer we get to each other. And that could never be a bad thing.

So make room on the elevator for one more person. Wait until the person reading over your shoulder is done before turning the page. The world can be an amazing place."

It's kind of weird how a ClubMed advertisement brings to light some of the most trivial things that can make life just a little better.

Today feels like any other day, given the fact that today is the fourth anniversary of 9/11.

9/11 feels like such a distant memory. A memory that's been trying to hide deep in the crevices of my unconscious mind, and yet I can still seamlessly recall the events of that day with utter clarity. It's kind of scary.

The Exorcism of Emily Rose was a bit of a let down. It's more of a courtroom drama than horror film (though it walks a fine line at times).

My beloved Casio EX-Z40 passed away last week. But I'm determined to remarry.

comedy central

VintagePampers (9:35:36 PM): my farts smell awful today.
chiggafied (9:35:59 PM): lols
chiggafied (9:36:02 PM): thats nasty dude
chiggafied (9:36:12 PM): you was blowin it up in class?
VintagePampers (9:36:25 PM): no i was blowin it up right now in my comp chair
VintagePampers (9:36:29 PM): the fumes were killing me.
chiggafied (9:36:31 PM): LOL
chiggafied (9:36:35 PM): LMAO!
VintagePampers (9:36:37 PM): i had to stand up and all
VintagePampers (9:36:45 PM): let it air out or i think i would have burnt a hole.
chiggafied (9:36:47 PM): lols make sure theres no blast marks
chiggafied (9:36:55 PM): ROFL
VintagePampers (9:37:04 PM): lol nah but theres probably splatters of shit on my boxers
chiggafied (9:37:09 PM): stop that shit lol
VintagePampers (9:37:17 PM): the wetones always leave some kind of imprint on your ass.
chiggafied (9:37:20 PM): you're a comedian
VintagePampers (9:37:28 PM): farts gotta mark their territory.
VintagePampers (9:37:30 PM): lol
VintagePampers (9:38:25 PM): i hope girls read it too cuz they act like their farts smell like flowers.
chiggafied (9:38:38 PM): lol you've smelled a girls fart before?
VintagePampers (9:38:52 PM): yeah but if its rotten it smells like the 2 foot radius area from my chair as we speak
chiggafied (9:39:03 PM): lolol
VintagePampers (9:39:10 PM): hmm...i dont think so but im guessin they're just worst.
chiggafied (9:39:19 PM): chill, i can't breathe right now
chiggafied (9:39:26 PM): from laughing
VintagePampers (9:39:34 PM): farting is like a guy sport. girls are always bad with it. so im guessing they're pretty bad.
chiggafied (9:39:43 PM): true true
VintagePampers (9:39:45 PM): oh i thought my fumes were reaching you down there in BK.
VintagePampers (9:39:59 PM): i was bout to call fox news and put NY on state alert.
chiggafied (9:41:14 PM): you ever lit up one of your farts?
VintagePampers (9:41:28 PM): nah but if i try now, i might light my house on fire.
chiggafied (9:41:33 PM): my boy did that one time and it literally became a blow torch for a quick second
chiggafied (9:41:41 PM): lol
VintagePampers (9:41:47 PM): lol word?
VintagePampers (9:41:48 PM): haha
chiggafied (9:41:49 PM): word nevermind dont do that
chiggafied (9:41:51 PM): yeah man
VintagePampers (9:41:58 PM): i know this kid in highschool who lit his balls on fire
VintagePampers (9:42:02 PM): and burnt his pubes off
VintagePampers (9:42:04 PM): there was a tape
VintagePampers (9:42:11 PM): i never watched it. i wasnt gay enough.

It's officially Thanksgiving, so I think ought to take some time out to actually thank those that I care about.

I didn't really have many close friends in high school, but if there was one who I should be thankful for it's Sylvia. You've made me in to such a different person today then I would've been had I not met you. So many memories of us are instilled in my mind that there wouldn't be enough room here for me to write it. I would like to say thank you. Thank you for being there for me when I needed you. Thank you for doing whatever favors I may have asked of you. Thank you for just loving me for me, and for simply being my friend.
 
I'm sure I've missed plenty of people who've had an impact on my life. You need not worry, though. You are surely thanked for, even if I haven't mentioned your name.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

I just started to realize that it's the
end of November, and you know what that means. December is rolling
itself right around the corner. December has so many good features, yet
so many that I despise.

And the people who work the desk
are the most irritable and sullen you will ever meet. They'll give you
misinformation and direct you to all the wrong places. Where did the
system go wrong?

All I want are my checks.

edit:

I've got a 5 day weekend on my hands.

So I've become a xanga whore over the past month and a half? SUE ME.

Does anyone else, besides me, scoff at the idea of turning your birthday into such a big deal?

Is there any way I can hide or privatize my old xanga entries without doing them
individually? It seems to me I have weirdo bitches reading through ALL of my
old shit. Blahh. 

And I still can't believe I missed the Forbes release at Supreme yesterday. Fuck!