This is a record of moments of inspiration to guide wayward folks onto a higher path of existence. Never mind, that was stupid. Let's try again, because quitting is for losers.

This is not a blog. Blogs fucking suck. No one cares what a blogger has to say. Every once in a while, there is a thought in my head that my friends seem to connect with. I call these, 'Thought boners.'

I don't care if you stare at my thought boners. I don't care if you print out and manhandle my thought boners. I don't care if you like or agree with where I get my thought boners, which happens anywhere at any time whether or not children or the elderly are present. It's all about whatever feels good, compadre.

20th November 2010

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Week One

Just because you associate with someone doesn’t mean you are them. That whole, “You are who you hang with” line is bullshit. You are who you are. Those people doing lines of cocaine off of dead hookers and getting back-alley abortions (especially in the same night) are the best people to hang out with because you aren’t going to make their mistakes and you reap the story-retelling benefits.