black diamond

i don't care if i die from old age, no matter what i want all of my skin taken off my skull and i want it covered in diamonds. how wicked would it be to come to my open-casket funeral and see me in a tuxedo with a DIAMOND SKULL? immensely wicked is the answer.

it was perry's 23rd last night. we went to chez charlies and had a good time. why does that jackass always get the good birthdays?

we went to this dumb bar the night before last called "one eighty" in westport. i remember spending a lot of time trying to listen to my friends over the awful house music that was blasting and then scanning the room to try and figure out WHAT KIND OF PERSON would ever visit this den of shit. all these people were my age or younger. where do you come from?!?! anyway, there was this dumb broad with a camera that kept taking pictures for us and giving us fliers for thenightsite.com

you can't see anything, but that's matt judge's back on the right and maybe jenny on the left and then there's chris with the scarf and the rest is just...terrible.

lauren just informed me that BRAD RENFRO is DEAD! the star of the client and happy campers?! at 25?! well, i guess my life-plan (or should i say my death-plan) has finally been realized. i've always known in my heart that brad renfro was the second coming of christ but had not TRULY understood until hearing this news. brad renfro, crucified on a cross of wine coolers and pain killers, WILL RISE AGAIN! i think we would all do well to follow the ways of renfro. quick-everyone quit your jobs and schools and start a shitty movie career!! then stop giving a fuck about anything and become the jaded hollywood tool you were meant to be. then die in your house. i think i used to think this kid was cool because he was in the client. i would always read my mom's crappy grishams when i was younger.

i'm gonna go, everyone have good days!