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I want so much to see this movie. Who’s coming with me?!?

I created a LiveJournal account. I did so so that I could read the blogs of my friends who do the private-posting schtuffs. If you’re one of them, add me. dizzoknows.livejournal.com

Dear fashionable clothing companies,

Please make something that fits me. I know that the current trend is painfully thin men, but I cannot fit into clothing made for such sized humans. I’m of the hunter/gatherer body type; you know, the ones that provided all the food to keep the village alive? Throw me a fucking bone here.

Sincerely,
A pretty much naked guy because you can’t find it in your heart to make a shirt larger than the torso of a 12 year old boy.

This article made it barely possible for me to finish my lunch. I kept spitting pieces burrito into my hand because of joyous laughter. Thank you, Dank. [Seriously, read that thing. It's nine pages long but so, so worth it]

Juliette Lewis has become a musician. I enjoyed her vocals on Hotride, by Prodigy, so I downloaded the album by Juliette and her band. They’re called Juliette and The Licks. It’s not trash, but it’s not great. Maybe just not my thing. Will I see them live if they’re in town? Shit yeah I will. Why, you say? [just pretend you said it]

I’ll see anyone who rocks this hard, that’s why.

I am enjoying the following:
Arctic Monkeys - Whatever People Say I Am, That’s What I’m Not
Kaiser Chiefs - Employment
Regina Spektor [thanks, Angela!]
The Darkness - One Way Ticket To Hell And Back
Depeche Mode - Playing The Angel
Franz Ferdinand - You Could Have It So Much Better
Belle and Sebastian - The Life Pursuit

While strolling through the other side of the building that I work in, I saw that someone had written this on the dry-erase board that hung in their cubical: “Do everything you do as if you were doing it unto God.” Does this sound like a pretty bad idea to anyone else? Call me crazy… or perverted.

My photography hasn’t improved. I haven’t really been attempting to take good pictures, though. I merely point and shoot, lately. Evidence below…

Angela is like a ninja in the night.

Daniel thinks of saucy times with the mattress in the background.

Lindsay shows me what ‘cheese” is.

Lynn appears to be… I don’t even know. What is this face, Lynn?

Lindsay was tired before the movie; more so after.

Apparently, it’s impossible to get a picture of Daniel with his eyes open.

She can barely contain her excitement for the soon-to-arrive noodles.

Lynn’s dish at Noodles and Company.

Mine. Shit was good. Even the tofu was good. Did I mention good? Good good good.

This is me while ill and immediately after watching the Six Feet Under finale. I was a wreck.

Christina, just before she coated every surface in my apartment with glitter. It looks like Tinkerbell got drunk and threw up all over my stuff.

Angela didn’t see me [or the taking of this photo] coming.

My hair doesn’t really look like that. It was the swimmy/flash effect. Seriously.

Angela’s hair is immune to the swimmy/flash effect.