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For the first time in over a year I find myself playing a video game. Only for an hour or so though. Work is to be done.
Jennifer Lawrence is my age. She just won an Oscar. I’ve fucked up.
I'm going to fucking punch the Xbox team at Microsoft into fucking paralysis.
Is it just me or does Angela Lansbury always look like she has a stick up her ass in “Murder, She Wrote”?
Anyone who likes this muggy weather, may I tactfully suggest, is out of their mind.
Opening line from an email I received: "It's raining goats, y'all." Deleted.
I think Abe Vigoda just walked by.
Watching Robin Williams dance to hip hop is absolutely invigorating.
Little infuriates me more than to watch someone tap the top of their soft drink can before opening it. Like that helps.
Modest Mouse is blaring out of one of the drawing studios here on campus. Someone has good taste.
I’ve already been bowling today. How many can claim that?
I have some of the dearest friends someone could ask for. It is wonderful to be surrounded by awesome people at all time.
I'll just sit in the corner with the squirrelly kid who's already enthusiastically reading the textbook.
I'm almost excited about the Capstone: World War I class that will kick off the new semester tomorrow. Almost.
I have such a man-crush on Hugh Laurie.
OH: "Grandpa, I pooped the plane!"
Another one in the bag.