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Le easter bunneh!

Got Placebo stuck in my head. Good kind of stuck, I like them.

Do you ever go through your memories and make timelines of stuff like your sex life? Like from your earliest memories where you thought sex consisted of naked people rubbing on eachother, or when you finally made the connection that sex caused babies?

Yeah, That can be fun sometimes.

Current happy band: The Offspring.



Guess what? No, guess you pansy, I'm not just going to tell you that easy.

Nine Inch ******** Nails is playing at the auditorium five miutes walk from my house. Guess who got tickets? I gots the ********' tickets. HELLS YEAH! I'll be seeing NIN on the 6th of Decemeber, and I am completely ******** stoked. Thats why I keep swearing. I swear when I'm happy.

Kasabian ******** roxxors my soxxors. Yeah, I just went on a music downloading binge. But the real reason I'm posting...

So a few months back I had that thing goin' on for the bloody knuckles picture. Even still when I look at it, I'm all like "JOYGASM" or something. The official bloody joygasm replacement picture:



Honestly tell me you don't want to ******** that.

I finally feel like bothering to type.

So there's this Italo Calvino story where this soldier fresh back from war is riding a train, and sitting next to some lady. The seats are small or whatever, so their legs are touching, so there's the whole major awkwardness of that happening. Basically, the story is about how the tension of that experience is harder than going to war. Worst synopsis ever, but I have a point here.

So I was on the bus (Yay! Strike over!) the other day, and I got one of the front seats which are right next to those seats that have their back to the windows...bad description, but to get to the point, I have long legs, so I couldn't help my knees totally jamming into the hip of the guy sitting in the seat in front of me. Awkwardness. I did my best to suck my legs back into my torso, but then he shifted/sat up in his seat and seemed to move over to where I was totally jabbing him again. The whole time I was thinking about the Italo Calvino story.

It was kind of interesting though, there is a sort of energy that forms in between two people...it was almost like my knee and that leg were tingly or something. All I know is that the knee that was ramming into the bar on the seat didn't feel that way.

And then I realized: I really need to get laid.