Nerd Alert

Bent My Wookie
Bland Canyon
Face Hunter
Fruit Loops and Porn
Gay Sky Hooker
Go Fug Yourself
Inhibitory Links
Intergalactic Hussy
John Howard: PM
Ms Hairy Legs
Much Ado About Sumthin
Momo Freaks Out
Not a Turtle
Queer Penguin
Sheets and Blankets
Style Police
The Fash Mag Slag
The Line of Contempt
The Pen15 Club
The Spin Starts Here
The Superficial
Treading Water 101
Victim of Narcissism


Black People Love Us
Elijah Wood is Very, Very Gay
Sexy Losers
Sin Fest
Television Without Pity
Tomato Nation
Three Way Action
White Ninja Comics




Saturday, May 17, 2003
Dad told me yesterday that I looked fat. He's so sensitive, isn't he? I suppose my recent junk binges have paid off. The cosmos proved his point, as I split one of the back pockets on my (admittedly fairly shitty) pants earlier today by putting my hand in it. Why can't my fat go somewhere useful, like my cheekbones or lips or hair follicles to make my hair more shiny and lustrous? My butt has passed bubble territory, and has hit a J.Lo-esque shape.

Just to make myself feel better, I finished Flesh and Blood by Michael Cunningham, possibly the most depressing book ever.

I'm killing myself. Well, I will tomorrow. Tonight I'm getting drunk!