Young Frankenstein, Blazing Saddles, Reservoir Dogs and Pulp Fiction.

He's going to be incredibly awkward at first, but then he'll become very talkative and have a deep conversation with you. One of the ends of dialogue will end with Jory saying "cool, cool" and then he'll walk away. 100% True

I absolutely hate the word "got." In all of my new writing I will look through my posts and specifically rewrite phrases to remove the word because I consider it the ugliest goddamn word in the English language.

Dude, I'd totally fuck the shit out of my best friend. Both Fred and/or Amanda!

Blog traffic and Facebook.

I guess Harry Potter 7 part 2... Not much of a movie person anymore :\

A giant ball of dust forming itself into a new planet. LETS GO 2012!

The height difference would be a bit of a deal breaker... But I would totally accept at least a first date before making a decision. There's more to dating than looks alone.

Sour Gummy Worms.
Lays Classic Potato Chips. http://blog.joerenken.com/2011/01/06/a-letter-to-frito-lay/

I never expect to and it depends on my mood. For the most part I just write whatever I fell. My hands are just the puppet to my mind.

The past two times I've cried were when I buried my first dog Bear in New Hampshire. The other time I cried was on a walk home after an argument.

First:
Bear was hit by a car on Christmas, I cried when it happened and I cried again later that night when my parents told me they had to put him down because of his injuries. I was a wreck because of that, but I was also only 12. We had to wait til the spring for the snow to melt and for the ground to thaw before we could bury him. Dad dug the hole and I put Bear's ashes into the ground, but I couldn't handle the situation because I was too emotional, so I couldn't stay out there long enough to watch the rest of the dirt be put over his grave.

Second:
I had an hour long argument and romantic movie-esque chase scene one night with Emily all the way across Quincy trying to get her to talk to me, but she refused, refused, refused until it broke down to the point when she told me "Just go away, go on ahead of me, I won't move or say a word until you leave." This was a small issue because she lived down the street from me, so she would have to go the same way at some point regardless. I followed her instructions and I started to walk on ahead, but I walked at a much slower pace because if she was going to play this game, I was going to make her wait. I walked almost a half mile ahead of her just thinking about her and everything that had just happened. I was incredibly emotional and at the brink of tears when I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I thought to myself, "If that's her, I'm going to lose it" and yes, it was her. She stopped me looked into my eyes as I started to cry and she said "Why do you think I hate you so much sometimes?" I in my emotional state could only reply "I don't know" to which she said, "It's because I love you."

In conclusion:
Much less do I believe that I've fallen asleep in your arms crying, I don't believe we've even shared the act of making love for it to then lead us falling asleep together with me crying in your arms.

I sat here for a moment trying to remember if there was a time that this would have ACTUALLY happened, much less me going on and rambling about it as a joke.

To my knowledge I can't think of a time that I fell asleep crying of recent, much less after sexual intercourse, so I'm going to have to say I don't remember that at all.

Going to visit Amanda and later seeing Keri and Tijuana Sweetheart <3

At home. Theaters suck.

I usually tend to give finding my way a shot first, but if I'm a very long way from home and time is a factor (like with my road trip), I would definitely ask for directions. Gas stations I've found are the best place to ask for directions.

Of course! How can I be a man surrounded by attractive women all day and not have had an awkward boner?

Yes I can. Boredom and a wasted youth taught me how to do that.

It's the winter so I've been averaging a solid 8-10 hours a night, but in the summer I'm very lucky if I can sleep for 6.

Weekday Vegetarian.
Work at Photogenic.
Mountain Dew.

I do, but you can't tell it because you're too busy staring at the ground as I fuck you from behind. In fairness, all I see is the back of your head.