weekends rule. I'll just come and and say that without hesitation.

someone needs to buy me this. there's no price listed, but I'm sure it would be reasonable to ask for as a Christmas gift.

justin got the scorpion tattoo on thursday. if he gets any hotter he's going to spontaneously combust.

on that subject, I'd like to take this opportunity to send out a message to all the losers out there who've dicked me over in the past (sure, puns intended). upon comparing each of you to the current squeeze, I find that you all have several things in common: you're ugly, stupid, mean spirited, and generally quite lame. thank you so freakin much for giving me some of the most hellish moments of my life. I'm making time with the greatest guy in the world these days. since there can only be one, you obviously are not. eat it.

conversely, a shout out to the fellas who've done me right, and there are several of you: thanks for the memories. I'm sorry that things didn't work out; I still love y'all. some of you probably want to spit at me in the street, I admit--that you never have makes you paragons of human kindness. I hope that you're all living well. you give homos a good name.

I really like the phrase "half past give a damn." I'm also quite fond of "frumptious wheeze." even if they do have completely different connotations.

I think a great superpower to have would be the ability to predict when a radio station will play chaka khan. useful, and how!

man, picking up stakes and moving to vancouver really does look better every day.