SHIA LABEOUF GETS ON DRUGS
Spielberg’s little buddy goes sci fi.
Spielberg’s little buddy goes sci fi.
No deals are done yet, but it’s looking good.
So I’m sitting at my Ikea table, working diligently on my Apple MacBook Pro, and as I glance at my Citizen Aqualand Eco-drive watch and notice that it’s time to start cooking dinner. I think tonight I’ll cook some Perdue Fit and Light Chicken Breasts in Ken’s Balsamic Vinagrette dressing with Publix organic vegetables. My … Continue reading
Fear is in the Eye of the Adult Beholder I’m so much more a puss today than when I was sixteen. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m a manly chap. I grunt and high-five and have been known to do the seriously homoerotic fist-bump-explosion thing after we win a softball game but I’m nowhere … Continue reading
I’ve already lost a couple of hours. I can’t imagine it’s gonna get any better. My falsetto is horrible, too.
Stuff to buy!
The amazingness continues!
Prom Night is the winner. We are the loser. We are also young, heartache to heartache, we stand. Love is a battlefield.
Oblivion sounds ominous. Is it really something to be feared? Apparently it has terrified 90 some percent of us into attending some form of organized religion. I don’t worry about what happens when we die. I don’t really care. If Heaven or Hell is really the choice when we die, I already know where I’m … Continue reading
It’s okay.