Sunday, December 14, 2008

I'm the one who looks like Robert Smith

Bet you didn't know I could choreograph. Oh yeah, I can't. But I did anyway. Can't wait to fluff this up and use it to pad my CV.


The stiff and arrhythmic lurchings of zombiedance are pretty much the stuff of my everyday existence, so yeah, I guess you could say I'm a natural.

And snap that hair back.

It's scarier without the poorly synched and inappropriate audio, I swear.

Anyway, if you're into this kind of shit, you might also enjoy this, whose quality should make it clear that I had nothing to do with it.







Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Just add water


Did I ever tell you about the time a mouse died in my couch and everyone who sat on it suspected the person next to them of farting because it stank so bad...

until we figured out to look under the cushion?


I know, gross, right?

Sunday, December 7, 2008

Hey Mickey!


Yesterday I bought four small mouse alarms that you plug into electrical sockets anywhere you want to hear a loud fridge-like appliance buzz.

I do like what it does for my bedroom ambiance.

While I was hoping that these would work as sonic weapons and and make hot liquid mouse-brain ooze from little mouse-skulls (yes, I would be willing to clean this up), a sonic mouse repellent system functions more like a game of chicken: you're supposed to wait for the noise to drive the mice crazy before you yourself go nuts from the incessant creepy tickle-at-the-back-of-your-nose vibration and the half-headaches it seems to maintain. But I've spent months being lulled to sleep each night by the sound of mice eating my food and shitting up my kitchen. I'm well prepared to weather a small annoyance like nagging chronic pain.

I spent all last night fantasizing about a mass mouse exodus, where I turn the lights off and all the mice just start streaming out of my apartment, out through the gigantic gaps in my doors and windows from whence they came, out into the winter air where they will all huddle together for warmth until they become sleepy, and then, little mouse-lids drooping, they submit sweetly to a warm and furry death.

SO CUTE.

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

This is what I get for dating online

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From:
S---- P---- <------------------------@hotmail.com>
Subject: buying your underware
To: ------------------@gmail.com


Hi ------
I would like to buy your underware.
Can I buy your very worn black pantyhose(not stocking) with your pussyjuice stain(make sure i still can smell your pussy? Also can you put your spit into some small bottole or somethihng? How much costs does it take for it? I hope it costs $20-30. cuz i dont wanna pay big money for first buy. If it works fone, ill buy your bra and panty for more high price.

Does it work for you?

S----
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