Libidinal Froyo'

Reblog of my old blog, blog.

I was looking at my blog spot trying to remember a time before this back to back winter and spring quarter turned me into  a pissed off grad student who gets up EVERYDAY before 9am to eat poorly and stare blankly into the abyss of my laptop.

I think I remember being fun, funny, and like myself:

Aw you know, post nasal dripppppppin’, shit.

Frotteurism: a rub-a-dub-dub


Cute thing I said to my dog, “Hey ma, what’s up, all right, all right, and we gonna walk it on tonight.”


A kid that lived down the street from me since I was 3 “smushed” a Jersey Shore cast member on last nights episode. I have never been so proud of my hometown.


You can take a bitch out of North Jersey…… but she’s still a bitch.


Ke$ha, fartin’ and hittin’ on dudes, hard.



My big fat gypsy wedding, The Whites of West Virginia, and Katy Perry are the only cultural influences that matter.



Country music is propaganda to make people settle for the middle.


Cute boys with lip rings are a waste.


Raccoon mafia.



They all wear red pants. Why?



My little mafia book. R is for rat. A goddamn scumbag who runs their mouth. They wear cement shoes.



You have never looked as beautiful as you do with your mouth shut.  This is my beautiful daughter who knows how to keep her goddamn beautiful mouth shut….

Ode to Gouda.


Observe a day in my life, Blah blah blah.


Life is pain, life is short, let’s get fucked before we die.


Things I do instead of drugs: Terrible relationships.


Fuck the new girl.


Tap dance archers of loaf.

I’m never not trying to not be serious sometimes, always.

I want to start a band called Psychopomp.

The first album title will be: A Guide To The Unconscious.

Dear Aryan looking boy with round glasses in the acme self-checkout line around 4pm today,

You kinda looked like a Nazi, as long as you don’t hate I would like to take you on a date.

Xoxo
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