It is 5am and I have an insanely busy day tomorrow. I am sure you don’t care but I need to sleep… I am watching another 5 hours of Herzog films tomorrow. 6 of them in fact. I will probably write a sentence or two about all of the ones I saw if I can get a list of what I saw, if that makes sense. I saw like 8 of them already. Anyway, sleeping pills are taking hold. I had a lot of fun over the last two days. This one girl was bitching at me because I always talk about how I make out with people on here. I didn’t think I did it that much. But then when I said goodbye to her and her friend I made out with both of them and a trash man called me a pimp. I was wearing a Cadillac logo around my neck. Then I was thinking about all of that, and I just sort of realized I am helplessly addicted to girls. I never bring anyone home and I rarely have sex, but I don’t really have fun unless I have made out with some girl somewhere at some point in the night, even if its for a second. I used to have sex a lot, and that just depressed me. This fills the void a bit, and is less depressing so that works for me, even if sometimes I come off as sleazy or creepy. Sometimes I feel creepy, but mostly I just feel like I am in love for a few minutes a few times a night. I made out with two girls tonight and sucked on another girls lip for a photo and when I went home alone, I felt slightly depressed, but slightly excited that I got to kiss them in the first place. I don’t really know what I am doing. There are a few girls I really like right now, but I am probably fucking things up with them by doing whatever I do. I just feel that however much I like some girl, they aren’t perfect so why waste my time. I am an old man now, I need to find me a woman to marry, otherwise I just need to make out in a bathroom and then move on with my night. Augh. Sorry for this rant, I should be asleep. That being said, at my birthday party on Friday, I need to make out with everyone. I need to set the record for making out with people that I set last year on my birthday. I think it was 5. Okay. I think I’m an asshole. What do you think?

So for my birthday today I got an HIV test and amazingly enough I passed. I guess all the IV drug use was for nothing.

As a favor to Michael T, I am not going to post part 2 of Motherfucker until he okay’s the photos. Hopefully the will be up soon. I have already had to take down three photos from part 1, so check them out while they are still up!

PS. Reminder: My birthday party is on Friday at Trash at Rififi. Be there.

Topless Polaroid Cake By Leah

In my opinion the best thing on the internet is Yacht Rock. It is pretty much old news, and the web show was canceled, but just now I was trying to think of my favorite thing on the entire internet. I just needed something to post, so I decided to post the best. I can never explain how amazing this show is. You just have to see it for your self. Other than the Jethro Tull episode, they are flawless. Make sure to watch at least the first two episodes and the Van Halen episodes, those are my favorites. Anyway, amazing, check it out ASAP. Episode 1 is below.

Oh, also I might be away from the computer for a while. I don’t know when I am going to have time to sleep for two hours, much less edit photos or update this. I should be alseep now, but I can’t. I took some great photos last night though. Thank god for lasers.

After M on Monday I walked to the JMZ stop. I looked in the window and Nicky Digital and this girl Megan were in there. I came in and I saw this other girl I knew and some other people hanging out. So I went in there and although I think McDonald’s is pretty gross I decided Chicken McNuggets and a milkshake wouldn’t kill me. When I was waiting in line this guy was counting his change and not paying attention to anyone. One of the girls was yelling “who’s nuggets are these?”. When she realized they were the change counting dude’s, she yelled at him to pay attention. He was like “I don’t work here, I don’t have to pay attention to anything!” So the woman sort of snapped at him, and was very rude. He wanted his money back so the manager flipped out on him and was like “GET THE FUCK OUT! WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE!” Then she just started yelling “SHIT” over and over again. All the employees were cursing at him and everyone in the place was falling on the floor laughing. It was like 4 am and everyone was drunk and it was about the funniest thing ever. Then when I got up there, they didn’t have milkshakes or sweet and sour sauce. I was pissed. Fucking McDonald’s.

Can someone please let me know ASAP if this is real?  This cannot exist.  Holy sweet jesus.

I just woke up from a 14 hour nap and now I have to go to work in 10 minutes.  I have not eaten in 20 hours and I feel like everything is in slow motion.  I didn’t go out last night and I didn’t get anything done.  I am pretty sure you don’t care, but here is a photo of me that I really love from Friday night, doing what I do best, taking care of business. I will get my pictures up from this night when I get home from work.  Right Right.

Two nights ago I was awoken by my friend, and I told her “Let me go back to sleep, my roommate and I have the dogs, we need to get our reward!”   I didn’t remember this until she said it, but when I did I thought that was a totally reasonable thing to tell her.  When you are reasonably broke, have a shitty job and have to run a website to stay entertained, the last thing you want is to have a dream ruined by the naked girl in your bed.  And even though I went back to sleep, I never got that reward.  Fuck.

Anyone who is an old fan of this site probably remembers Chelle from Chellecam.  Her site is long gone, but she currently lives in NYC.  I ran into her at SXSW in Austin this year and again at Happy Endings last Tuesday.  Washed up minor internet celebrities partying together… how cute.  Click the photo for more images.

A friend got me in to 255 Elizabeth St, the Nike ID store. The only way to get in there is to win a lotto, or to know someone or be someone. Luckily I knew someone. It was the first day that they had my favorite shoes, the Nike Dunk High. They had pretty limited colors and they would only let me have a white midsole, but I got to put mesh on the tongue and my name on the side. Anyway, I am pretty happy with them. Check them out.

Also, once I get pictures, I will show you my other pair of custom shoes that I got off RBK’s custom website.