I have a 500 minute plan that I never reach half of. These phone companies are gonna wake up one day and realize that unlimited text was not the move.

My friends...all of them artists in some way and all of them crazy f**kin' talented.

I think Skull Spiders are kinda the s**t. [Sidenote: I kinda forgot this site was still alive.]

Mitch...I don't know...the forest scares me. Are you safe?

A fresh shave

I move well enough I guess. I think that's only because I'm still an active bboy. But the more I practice and try and improve the more I realize that I've got a lot of work to do. So I guess that's a good thing right?

Vanilla. Unityyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

I don't make much of it, but I typically save it for future spending. If that makes any sense.

I'd probably go back to San Diego. Judging by this past weekends festivities, I could drink my weight in San Diego smoothy.

Probably formspring...at this point. Jussayin.

Unprotected sex.

Only if you can afford to

Today, since it's her birthday, my little sister. Normally she'd be second to my mom, but you know what...let's give her this one.

That women can drive and not live in fear of being stoned to death. The fact that I can get a job that doesn't result in me holding tea for a privileged family [though not out of the question].

The fact that I can say [just about] anything on a site like this and worry about getting my hands chopped off. But if I could pick one of my favorite things ever?

The fact that I can leave this country at any moment...and comeback whenever I want.

I think last year was probably when my creative outlets [dance, photography, writing] came to a head. I was considering quitting all of them and just focussing on my 9-to-5.

Then I looked at my friends. All with varying degrees of success depending on what kind of person is looking at them. That's when I looked at my camera, my keyboard and my dancing shoes...

Outside game...'Dyno man'. I think that's how you spell it. I think it's the game that taught me everything I needed to know about...life.

Dyno man was a game that could be played on concrete or a large field. The game was similar to football only your chances of dying or at the least...having a bone broken increased dramatically.

It's just you on one side of a field trying to get to the other. Imagine a skinny, 60-pound 8 year-old with the fear of all that is holy in his eyes...that was me. It was full contact...no pads and I'd be very surprised if kids still played it.

Though it was every man for himself, say you had enemies from your neighborhood...or at recess [whatever the setting]. Chances are, they intended on hitting you extra hard or would throw the ball to you so that everyone would run in your direction -- good sportsmanship.

My favorite inside game? Playing Double Dribble on the NES with my mom.

Thanks for leaving the option open for multiple choices.

Anything writing related by Bill Walsh. Lapsing Into A Comma and The Elephants of Style are probably the most interesting 'anythings' I've read on the styles of writing.

'Just about' anything by Phillip K. Dick. I feel like I'm the only one on earth that doesn't dig his short stories as much as something like The Simulacra and Flow My Tears...

Other than that...off the top of my head I've been reading a lot of random booky books. Tao Lin's "Richard Yates" has been keeping me occupied.

I've been picking up and putting down The Omnivore's Dillemma by Pollan.

Aside from a select few of graphic novels and blogs...that's about all my favorite words I've been taking in. The rest is all audio.

Thanks for asking. [you're reminding me that I should be reading more this summer]

Waking up with an ear full of spiders...

I think we all come from something. Energy can't be created...nor destroyed right?

Do I believe in some entity that allows rape, genocide and Pluto being a planet...then NOT being a planet, then almost-kinda being a planet?

I think, for a time, it was cool for people in my age-range to 'actively hate' some sort of over-seeing, omnipotent being. Gave us something to rebel against when there was no [major] war being fought.

Now, I think it's different. The internet has kind of killed a certain aspect of individuality. Now you either have to believe or not believe.

In this generation of great thinkers with access to oodles of info, it's a damn shame few people think for themselves.

Personally, I think it's cool to answer questions like these, by simply saying, "I don't know."

And really...that should be enough right?

Honestly I've been sticking hard to my new diet and training hard to get back into dancing and sparring shape...

But if, you know, since we're speaking honestly. Tie: artificially buttered popcorn [possibly with M&Ms in it] and nachos and cheese. It's unfortunate I have these vices, but damn are they delicious vices to have.