November 2009
You know what?
Screw you Gmail. You used to be reliable. Now you go down all the time. Not in the good “going down” way either. You’re never there when I need you, you fuck off when I am in the middle of conversations, I am over you………
Dear BV….it’s rather narcissistic of you to assume people would actually PAY to read what you have to say!!!!
xx
-AK
I have figured out another genius personal blog-to-book idea. It’s called, “BrianVan’s List of Criticisms and Snide Remarks”. Self-explanatory.
It will be surely bigger than a pamphlet.
I'm out with my lover.
I am 30 and he’s 35…..I’d hardly call it “young love”
And her boyfriend is kissing her all proud like because she was able to take a shit at his apartment. Oh young love.
“This illuminates precisely why the Southern saying, “you catch more flies with honey than vinegar” does not apply in the Northeast. Not that I’m calling my Mo a shit-eating insect.”
—
V
First serious LOL of the day. Shit eating insect. Awesome
Jesus.
Mo, V is calling you out….
What’s it going to take to get this whore lush, baxterp2, to follow me?
If she were like any of my other followers, I’d say warm popovers and a tepid hand job.
Dudes in diapers.
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There’s simply no defense for what’s going on unless both of the following unlikely scenarios apply to you:
1. You want to wear capri pants.
2. You have an 11 inch cock.
It’s one thing to pursue the androgynous ideal as hipsters are wont to do, it’s another to look like an adult who has shat his cloth diapers.
You’re a failure.
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I just wanted to take a moment to say.....
Congrats to my lover, Frangry who just purchased her very own apartment. I cant wait to come over and watch Queen Latifah movies and eat Korean candy. <3
my bedroom is like brand new and possibly the worst part about my place!
I dont believe this to be true because that would mean I believed there was someone out there who actually wanted to have sex with your roommate. Good God
The walls are super paper thin. If one of us is getting laid, the other is bound to hear it. It’s extremely awkward and not the best way to get to know your roommates. Last night, I couldn’t take it anymore and I switched my bedroom around. It looks a million times better and there’s actually a bit more room now that the bed is on the opposite wall.
I am hoping two bookcases up against the opposite wall will help with the noise because there’s already been one faker (extremely loud) in one of those bedrooms and it certainly wasn’t me.
The funniest part is my large mirror is now at the foot of my bed and as my friend pointed out last night, “dude, um, I think you have a sex mirror.”
Sex mirror > sound of roommate having sex
See how much fun it is to live in New York City!!!!
