A compulsory of dirty words for people just like you.

Yeah, I know. It's not like anyone said anything about it though. Not my problem.

Title Source: "Taste the Red Hands" by Dead Poetic


"You know, suicide, homicide..."
"Fantacide."
"Fantacide?"
"It's my favourite cide."

"Your popping noise does not designate the truth."

"Did you know the size of chickens' earlobes determines the colour of their eggs?"
"...Chickens have ears?!"

"Okay... what does that mean?"
"It's a translated sweet nothing."

"Kathleen, where's your slut--I mean, double?"

"Ooo... political zing!"

"I have SOCKS stuck in my head."


Happy now, Ian?

When you're only 23 it's not attractive to complain about your sore back.

Yay concerts! Boo vacation almost being over! Boo rehearsal! Anyway. The Matches > most other things. Last night was so fantastic. Besides a fun car ride down listening to Bob Dylan and Interpol and Fraz, and an amazing show at a little attic venue, we (meaning, Alex, Natasha, Danny, and I) went down to Pizza my Heart and Danny said, "Dude! We should bring them back pizza!" So we did, and we got to hang out for a while with the band a while and eat pizza. There was a lot of wardrobe discussion between Shawn and Alex for reason unknown, but it was pretty amusing anyway. I also got hit in the face with a pick that Jon threw. Sucks I didn't catch it. But I got one anyway.

All in all, an excellent evening. It's a bit strange that I've gone to Matches concerts on both the Ides of March and Friday the 13th.

Title Source: "Standard Break From Life" by Alkaline Trio. B-sides for teh win!


'Helpful' salesperson: "What does lily of the valley smell like?"
Me/ Mom: "...Flowers."
Me: "There's really no other way you can put it."

"Bird and fish are stupid pets. They don't do anything, but you still have to clean up their mess. You might as well just have a husband."

"For a second I thought he took his face off."
"Nope. But I will take his face off."
"Medium style."
"No, with heavy cream!"

On the opening band for Muse: "Eh, I'd see them open for Muse." My brother is brilliant.

"Don't hurt yourself."
"With a peanut butter sandwich? Is that possible?"
"You'd be surprised."

"Okay 'married boyfriend' is an oxymoron... or some kind of moron, and boy isn't he."

"Okay, moral rant done. LONG LIVE WEBCOMICS!"

"Yes, well, I am the master."
"At being disgusting and hilarious? Yes. I bow to you, oh great one."

"I like how he felt my shoes."
"It's like Jesus washing your feet."
"...Did you seriously just compare Shawn to Jesus?"

"Shawn, why are you holding a duck?"
"I'm the new Paris Hilton."

You should be the one I'll always love.

"Unintended" by Muse.

Muse at Bill Graham: the only show that I had to leave the floor. But I was in the front and lasted until the last song, so don't start; I held out for such a long set, I think, but by the time "Knights of Cydonia" started my lungs hurt too much and I couldn't feel my legs. So it goes.

But it was fantastic, if you're interested. Like always, I talked to some cool people and got crushed by and shoved some major jerks, but you know who I saw outside? Andre effing Jilalian, standing outside with his idiotfriend smoking. Who knew he liked Muse? That's up there with Kevin Swanson liking The Cure on the weirdness scale.

And now I have to go get the knots out of my hair before I allow myself to pass out. Cheers.

It's the terror of knowing what this world is about.

Sweet freedom, how I have missed thee. That's apostrophe, kids. I've obviously been spending too much time at school. But a whole week of doing absolutely nothing looms up before us. And guess what! I might be going to Muse on Monday! And then the Matches on Friday! Yay vacation!

Title Source: "Under Pressure" by Queen and David Bowie. If you don't know this song, you're not culturally literate. And probably have never turned on a radio.


“Why can’t that be the subject?”
“Because I command it so!”

Mrs. McCarty: “I mean, Godda– is this another infinitive?!”

“We’re all nunwhores at heart!”

“Yay pretentious sandwiches!”

“I was walking downtown near St. Anthony’s and I saw walking a rabbit on a leash.”

“Somebody special is obviously coming to the prayer service.”
“Maybe it’s Jesus.”

“It’s like, hey, I don’t know you, but drive my drunk girlfriend home.”

“Um… why?”
“Because Shawn Harris commands it!”

“Danny! Queen didn’t show up to the prayer service!”
“I know! Neither did Bowie! I was so disappointed.”

“rablblblbl you gots not school QQ.”
“Yep, I’m pretty much you in that sense.”