Sometimes when this place gets kind of empty.

Since I had the day off, I decided to take in a movie. It was Baby Mama. I wish I could remember much about it, but fifteen minutes in, I started writing a highly pornographic mental love story involving Tina Fey, myself, the costumes from Willow, wrought iron fence or gate, and Lloyd Bridges. Yes, I know he's dead. It's a fantasy. Leave me alone.


"Sorry about asking if Jimmy Fallon is as big a douche in real life as he is on TV."

"Ha Ha ha that's awesome! I'd love to get my glasses for free. What do you mean Journey doesn't 'put you in the mood?!' "

Tina Fey had best hope we never meet. I would fog her glasses. That's not a euphemism or anything, because I am not using that to replace a dirty or suggestive idea. It is part of the dirty or suggestive idea.

Lisa Loeb could come!

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I bought some ice cube trays today.

My tire has metal cords showing through. Time to replace it, I suppose. Or maybe, I'll wreck my car so hard that it's totally destroyed, and I'll get a motorcycle with skulls! Skulls are really cool.

Dinner was oodles of fun. I wasn't that hungry, so I just paid 8 bucks for some fried cheese and lukewarm marinara.

Kill Hannah plays Pittsburgh next month. I saw them about 7 or 8 times back when I was a highschool student and they were a struggling local Chicago band. Now they're playing Pittsburgh. I think it's some sort of demotion, but I could be mistaken. It has been known to happen.

Gas at 4.01. The bike is it from now on.

The good thing about Vegas? Well, I guess there aren't people like you there, Jesusboy.-BK