its hip to be queer– my favorite blogtagonist.
Panda: thanks for the quotations
me: you are a main character in my blog.
Panda: i enjoy my blogstatus in the hierblogarchy
lets all mind fuck each other into eternity– Panda, telling it like it is, every Monday afternoon.
I am concerned.
Lev keeps trying to eat things - like my iPod and a wooden table leg.
Aren’t you excited? The first night I get stupid drunk here, and I totally lose my shit! Someone PLEASE take my phone away before I go out tonight. Thank you.
once again hitler ruined a perfectly good bbq– Panda…
i have a whole box of “The Dark Knight” fruit by the foot– Bri
pandarants: Coming to Hiro with Toyota tonight. Stop by the cars and let me make you a snazzy new t-shirt. :) Make me one and send it to me!!!!!!!!!!!
I am tired of this already.
Why do I make everything so fucking difficult? Don’t answer that.
LA craigslist is different, too. →
That will be me.
Is this how it's going to be?
One minute I’m sipping iced coffee, strolling in the sunshine, the next I’m crying while folding laundry? “You’ll do okay here,” she said. I just have to remember that.
Dear Los Angeles,
A few things I’d like to get off my chest, after spending a few days here: - I guess I’ll just have to learn to drive like an asshole and walk like a moron. I mean, it’s not bad driving, it’s just asshole driving. Why? And, I will continue to walk like a New Yorker with an actual fucking destination, and yes, I will step on you, motherfucker. Give me a dirty look if...
I’ve completely ignored my life for the past two weeks whilst on my cross-country odyssey. For my journey I packed: - one grumpy Russian tortoise. - two boxes of shitty granola bars. - two camera batteries. - one walking stick fashioned from a tree growing in the backyard of my childhood home. - one important person. Plus, methinks I packed some wifebeaters and shiz. One thing is for...