Wagon Wheel. For all my homies and shit.
The Current State of the American Dream
And all of a sudden, like a bright flash, I remember all the reasons the younger me wanted to watch society burn. We all dreaded office work. None of us wanted to end up chained to desk. For a fleeting moment, I thought I was wrong. I was right out college, and I thought a salary would be nice. Then I entered the work force and realized the wisdom of my highschool self. If anything he...
I swear to almighty god, if the DNC gives me grief about the xerox of my birth certificate I’m going to yell.
This was the Best Show of 2011 →
In Other Mitt Romney News:
It seems that reporters have taken to calling him “Mittens.” I’d just like to take this moment to co-sign that decision.
The thing I am most likely to say at a party
I hate this and I hate all these people.
Either everybody in L.A. owns a dog
or I’m getting older and live where older people live. Don’t get me wrong; I feel as young and spry as ever, or, at least, I like to think of my self that way. True, I haven’t drank so hard that I found myself puking in the middle of an apology in a couple years, but I still feel like that is a goal I can achieve with grace and dignity.