
In mine? Asian porn (Oriental Dolls!) and tons of disposable razors.
Donna's look for the super babe sunday modeling gig. I don't recognize her, do you?
I watched an old home video of myself when I was 18 last night. I hadn't watched it in probably over 10 years. It's now perfectly clear why it was hard to get a date.
My weekend plans? I'm glad you asked, Silverton Mountain.
Oh man, this is some funny stuff.... A critique of the "indy, hipster, emo guy". This bit almost brought me to tears:
"Initially, these guys can seem super sensitive, super "deep." You'll probably receive a mix tape or quoted song lyrics during the initial courting session."
Yesterday I was driving listening to Denver's station that is reportedly "Always #1 for Hip-Hop and R&B" you know, for a change. I had this uncontrollable urge to recline my seat a little.
I know. That's kind of messed up.
"Even if YOU don't know what faith you are, Belief-O-Matic™ knows."
Interesting. The belief-o-matic tells me I have more in common belief-wise with Islam than Mormonism. And who knew I was 15% Taoist?
Walking home last night I must have set off every motion light between the bar and my house.
I think Sean's right, it's a little too close.