Ah the wonders of the myspace

Brittni just wants to be left alone. And do people really live in Kansas City?

"Do ME a FAVOR...PLEASE ONLY ADD ME IF YOU ARE IN THE KANSAS CITY AREA! I will not add you if you are not and I have over 1,000 requests to go thru! THANKS!"

File this under things we'll never get to say to Diane Lane. And that makes us sad.

So. Um. Wow. We're so nervous. Wow. Um. It's so nice to, um, meet, um, you. You. Wow. We're so nervous. Um. We never, um, watched the Tuscan Sun, um, like, wow, movie. We're shaking. Wow. Um, but, ah, we did, um, see you in, um, Un-um-faithful and wow that scene on the, um, train, um, with the acting. And, well, um, the bathroom, um, scene, was, um, fan, um, tastic. Wow. You're, um, very, pretty. That necklace is, um, fan, um, tastic.

Like you, um, in the bathroom. Ah. Not that we're saying, um, we think about, um, you in the bathroom, um, a lot. OK. Well. Um. We should, um, probably get going, um, now. Nice, um, meeting you, um, ah, sweetie.

Nice

BLAMMOS!

How to know when to cut bait and pack it in

Via text at 2:33 in the morning: You are definatly not an out there, crazy type r u?

Why does everyone always listen to Brandon?

We're done, maybe, with the venting about the 90210 episodes on the Soap Network.

Today was the last straw. Steve was all SPARK IT UP FOSHIZZLE because Dick died of a heroin overdose at the Peach Pit After Dark and Brando was all HEY PUT THAT DOWN pot is bad mmmmmK? And Steve, of course, was all, pot is bad everyone and it leads to outright heroin whoredom and who put this pot pipe at my friend's memorial and let's remember Dick for who he was: an athlete*. A scholar**. A nice good friend***.

* asshole.
** low-life crack whore.
*** he sniffed up the whole score. Bastard.