make up you fucking mind already.

I put out on the first date and they don't call again. I don't put out on the first date and they don't call again. I act interested and they ignore me, I show interest in someone else and they act like they are presenting in the jungle or something.
I hate everyone.

This guy was walking around the picnic tables at the Bronx Zoo.

I've read The Catcher in the Rye at least 4 times and loved every minute of doing so.

"If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late?"
Good bye JD. You may have been crazy, but you were a damn good writer.
When I was in India I was once hanging out in the big air conditioned Barnes&Nobles type bookstore and saw a JD Salinger book called For Esme-- With Love and Squalor. I was so excited to find a Salinger book that I had not yet read (and in India of all places) that I bought it and read it all right away. After the first page I realized it was just Nine Stories published under the title of one of the nine stories.
"All morons hate it when you call them a moron."

Lackadaisy Crazy

Empathy, apathy, and entropy.


My apartment was broken into last night. All they stole was my iPod and some necklaces. Unfortunately all five necklaces were really important to me. My totally awesome and ghetto fabulous name plate, a necklace I went on a serious quest for and finally got from a guy selling stuff on the street, my arabic nameplate, and two nameplates to represent my dead best friend.

Who the fuck steals a nameplate?!?!? Assholes, that's who.