Somebody got a new shirt!

Somebody got a new shirt!

I made this! Happy Halloween!

Somebody got themselves a new shirt!

Somebody got themselves a new shirt!

I just read the Slate article about false rape accusations. I agree with it.

This is all I can post on the matter, because I’m about to have a panic attack over it because anxiety I have regarding being attacked for agreeing with the article.

Maybe that says something about how these things should be discussed.

Somebody asked about my experience with Celexa, so I answered the privately, but I’m going to paste my answer here.

Ok so I wanna preface this by saying that the brain drugs are different than the body drugs! Brain drugs do shit to your brain (obviously) so its a very individual experience.

That being said, for me Celexa is perfect. It makes me feel like a person for the first time in my life. I feel like I’m myself for the first time ever, which is a really weird thing to say, but its the truth. I’m a real person now with varying and complicated emotions instead of a bunch of angry and horny wrapped in skin.

People say that it makes you gain weight, but I haven’t seen this happen. It could be because I’m more motivated to go the gym because I’m just sitting around seething all the time. 

My sex drive has dropped a great deal, which is actually a good thing. Sometimes my dick doesn’t work, but that’s only sometimes, and sometimes I get hard but I can’t cum, which is whatever. The girl cums, and I’m done. Everybody wins.

The only time it ever feels like a drug is when my anger is in overdrive for whatever reason. Celexa is a mood stabilizer, so if you get too heated, it will cool you down. On the rare occasion, my day will go something like this: “STUPID MOTHER FUCKER PIECE OF SHIT eh whatever it’s not a big deal.”

If you have any other questions, let me know! It’s weird because there’s not a lot of “experience” involved. I was miserable and angry. I take the little peach pill in the morning. Now I’m not miserable and angry all the time. I haven’t noticed any side effects except for the wang stuff I noted above.

You people are always bitchin’ about representation, but how come no one’s complaining that there was not one black chick involved in the nude photo leak?!


1.What do you love about your appearance?

It’s much easier to just say what I don’t like! My gut and chest. Everything else is fucking awesome.

2. If you could have any super power, what would it be?

Aside from flying for the practical applications, it would be super strength! I want that.

3. What is the best dream you’ve ever had?

Usually sex dreams.

4. What’s the worst?

Honestly can’t remember, but my nightmares tend to do this thing where things that aren’t that bad happen, but I react to them in extremes. One time I woke up in insane tears because someone stole my jacket.

5. If money were no object, what would you do for a living?

Musician or writer.

6. It’s the zombie apocalypse! What’s your weapon of choice?

A rope to hang myself with.

7. First fictional character you ever fell in love with?

Probably the chick from the Rescue Rangers.

8. What is your favorite word?


9. Your least favorite?


10. Tell me about your earliest memory?

I remember my third birthday party. It was where Burlington Coat Factory now is in Franklin Mills. It was a bowling sort of deal at the time.

11. What is your dream home? Tell me what it looks like.

A library.

Mellon Collie and the Infinite Arrogance

I’ve been getting a lot of people lately telling me that they’re either getting turned on by confidence or turned off by my arrogance.

The idea of my confidence and arrogance comes from my beliefs that I am handsome, a fantastic guitar player, and awesome in bed. People hear me talk about those things and they get moist with confidence or enter the desert of arrogance.

I don’t understand the problem, though. I am handsome! And good in bed! And I play the guitar like a mother fucking riot! I back my shit up. That’s not confidence or arrogance. That’s just facts.

No one ever points out that while these traits are entertaining, they are ultimately shallow. I’m apparently arrogant/confident because I think I’m a great person to spend one night with! Isn’t that weird?

So here’s some stuff I’m not so great at. I could let these things eat away at me, and I do on the bad days, but why focus on them? I would rather rock the shit I’m good at. But so you people can get a glimpse into the real me, since you all seem to be incapable of reading between the lines, here’s some shit I don’t feel good about.

Intelligence: math and science make no sense to me. I’m really bad at picking up on things. I failed out of college. These things make me feel incredibly stupid. I know I’m not dumber than a bag of hammers or anything, but it still sucks some days.

Memory: I can’t remember shit. I don’t know your name, most likely. And birthdays? Nope. Not happening.

Social skills: good god I have no idea how to talk to people. What’s acceptable? What’s not acceptable? How do people traverse these waters successfully? Put me in a group, and I’m fucking useless. I’ll probably end up offending someone. I always do.

Geography: this may seem silly but I’m SUPER bad at it! You know how something amount of Americans can’t find Iraq on a map? I couldn’t find Delaware. I used to think I knew what the shape of Delaware was. That was actually the shape of Philadelphia. Sigh.

Sex addiction: I can’t have a healthy, productive relationship with a person I’m not fucking. It’s a problem.

So that’s a few of things about me I’m not happy with. I’m not super confident or super arrogant. I’m just super positive!