sometimes i dream that he is me

Write this down, Internet: if I should ever @ you on the Twitter after, oh, 8:30 or so in the evening, you can rest assured that a) I was drunk, and b) I thought that shit was hilarious when I wrote it.

Speaking of which, do you know what’s even more fun than eBaying while you’re hammered? Waking up the next morning, checking the blackberry and seeing all the stupid shit you bid on, all whilst hungover. Yay!

Thank god for last-minute bidders. Although in hindsight, he did get a pretty good deal. And I probably could have gone $20 more. Maybe.

Hey LeBron. I hope your children contract the AIDS after having been fingered by a homeless person.