Look at this GQ motherfucker. Guitars play intricate licks all by themselves, and angels cry when this man enters a room, I’m almost sure of it.

I believe I’ve been waiting to read this since the moment I became politically aware. I love the sound of “Ex-President Bush.”

I’m skipping the first day of school tomorrow to hole up in a hotel room in Washington DC to watch the inauguration. Probably not the greatest way to start the semester, but maybe Columbia should pay more attention to my needs. What a great day to start school. Now I have to spend the rest of the semester courting my math teachers. Yes, plural.
In another news, it’s about 28 degrees outside and perfect smoking weather, but I’m enjoying the warmth of my Superman blanket the girl I’m dating bought me, …

I spent the better part of a year distancing myself from the internet in order to gain a life. Apparently, blogging too much destroyed my personal relationships with my friends and family. Now, a year later, lack of blogging has turned me into a blubbering mess, gramatically, and I’ve forgotten how to type and form complete sentences. I’m not as eloquent as I used to be.
As it turns out, being online didn’t really destroy any relationships, but it did take up a lot of time, so I think I’m fine …

And when I do, it’s going to be about every girl I’ve ever known, past and present, and it will either make them hate me or want to jump into bed with me.
I have lots of ambition.