So now I am a little tipsy. Probably not a good time to write a blog. Might slip up and say something I shouldn't.

So I've got a few replies stating that some people have pictures of Davey Havok that are hotter than the one I put up. I challenge those people to find the hottest picture of Davey and post it on their replies or something, or on their blogs so the comparing can begin. I will post a picture of Davey that I think is the hottest around...although I think there's more than one. I'll limit it to one though. Actually two.




Judge why don't you? Comments y'all.

I finished a draft of my paper for Psych 309. It's a pretty cool course. It's all about research. The professor is great. I've heard loads of rumours that he's tough and all, especially when it comes to criticizing your paper. Observe:
Prof: "Is English your first language?"
Student: "Yes it is"
Prof: "It doesn't seem like it from this paper"

Damn that's rough. He'll be analyzing my paper this week. I don't mind though. Whatever he says I'll take as constructive criticism. It's all good.

I went out to this place called Turtle Jack's tonight with my friend Dave. Good food and good company. The server was a little weird though...a little creepy actually. Whenever he'd finish serving us he'd stare at me from behind tables and be all freaky-like. It wasn't the greatest experience when it came to being served.

I'm listening to Black Black Heart by David Usher. If you go to myspace.com and check him out, there's this version of the song that I really love, but can't find anywhere. If anyone knows what I'm talking about let me know a good source for that song. I can't find that version anywhere!

"Black black heart. Why would you offer more? Why would you make it easier on me to satisfy? I'm on fire"...what a song folks...what a song.

So far so good. Everything going well. Done for the night. Stuffed with chicken fagita...yes girlies...it's not chicken fingers this time!

nighty night