Gregoire

Ach, mein Gott, I love your dog.

Aww...I was early. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, again! Growing old is mandatory; growing up is optional.

Here is what I have to say about cats. Those damn killer cats. http://www.catswhothrowupgrass.com/kill.php

Have you tried using different browsers?

Happy Birthday, Pat.

What she said.

Elves over Vampires (Sorry Lestat) And Phoenixes over Dragons (Jean Grey had something to do with this)

My Most Memorable Prom Songs (2008) Forever by Chris Brown Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden

INTJ I lost my preferences because I was licking a bowl, and through a series of events I will not describe, I unplugged my computer. Anyways, my personality type sucks, because it's lame.

Happy Birthday, I feel like I'm paying tribute to a legend. I'm so .

Happy Birthday, Layla. Your prize for turning another year older is: :ranger: Ranger SMILEY! I wonder what you'll get next year.

Butt piercings...

I was surprised to find that I was in the majority. But then again seeing as how I am, like, the most agreeable guy in the world, what did I expect? It's so hard being the pulse of the world... But, um, I answered in the polls that I have: A few gay friends Most of the gay people I'm friends with are "casual" friends I'm very comfortable with things as they stand Honestly, it's not really what I expected. The people that I interact with in chat and just the occasional person that I bump into on the site, had given me another impression. I think that we need to examine why it is that many of us do not have a lot of close gay friends and why we are comfortable with that. I mean, I know that the real world isn't the inclusive and accepting environment that GA is. And this community tends to be comprised of hella cool, intelligent gay/bi/confused/alleged straight people (I'm a part of that community ). I think what I mean to ask is whether it is fear that keeps us complacent where we are, or something deeper.

Mama Sox ain't goin' nowhere, because nobody rocks mine like she does. I'd go straight for her...no, I wouldn't, but she can sing.

Kristin Chenoweth was a nice addition to the "Home" episode. April's a cool character, she's trying to get her life together and I can sympathize with that. I like that she's one of those recurring characters that pop up to make things interesting. If we don't see her again this season, she'll be here again next season. There will be a next season. I'm a die-hard Rachel-er, but you know, I guess there are other people in the glee club, so whatever. I find that I enjoy the micro-plots. I understand that the show revolves around their competition, but they do have lives and it's nice to see them. I could feel myself beginning to feel emotion with the whole Finn and Finn's mom and Kurt's dad deal. So I had to pause the episode and kill some Nazi zombie and after that I was okay. Oh, Mr. Shuester, why can't you take your own advice? You're kinda not a positive role model. You need to fix that. But then again, if you did, you probably wouldn't be as interesting. Who will he sleep with next? Kurt and Mercedes are getting more attention. It seemed like everybody got a happy ending except Kurt, but he could go to massage parlor if he really needs one. I think he'll be okay, he's a trooper. I liked the message of being at home in your body. It was nice to see Quinn maternal and nurturing. I liked that. I also liked that people started to look like food before Mercedes passed out. I liked the lines that other members of the cast were delivering in the background. As you can see, I'm easily amused. Tina and Artie are still not real characters to me. Nor are black kid and other asian. Santana and Brittany have fallen into the background again after a couple of interesting episodes. Puck hasn't been relevant at all this season. And I didn't see any Emma Pillsbury or crazy-as-hell Terry episode. It's the nuts that really make trail mix, trail mix. Ya know. And those are my opinions on this last episode of gLee. (I capitalize the L because it's fun). P.S. And yes, yes it is worth netflixing. I stake my reputation on it. All five points of it.

So many first additions gone to waste. It hurts my heart.

To train them is my cause!

Alright. Stop ta-ta-talking that blah, blah, blah. It's time to start the theme song. "Duh, duh duh, I want to the very best..."

I'm constantly looking for new ways not to kill people. So, yesterday, to avert precisely that, I went outside and watched a storm and recorded a 15 second sound byte. Maybe it'll encourage you to do the same. Storms are therapeutic. "The scent of every storm is different and indicative of the fact that you are experiencing THIS as opposed to THAT. The droplets play a symphony for my ears. The wind carries in an air of new life and death as it moves around and through me, sending shivers up my spine. And what I see reminds me that my own problems are no bigger and no more significant than a single drop of rain. When contributing to the whole it can help in defining the landscape, but alone, it is nothing, an event that you might all together miss."

Oh, my...Greg says hi. I would like to thank you in advance for your reoccurring role in my dreams.

I just just now saw her Smooth magazine photoshoot. I've never heard of that magazine, but she is enough to make me lean the other way on my bisexuality. 44? God bless, America. And Viva la black magic woman.

Happy Birthday, Ramon. I don't know if you remember or not, but we met in chat and that makes us like...family. But not really... Happy Birthday, again, anyways.

I saw her on a re-run of The Game. She's 44? No way? By the way, Clueless = Timeless.

Well, I have a short attention span, I'm easily bored, I'm hard to motivate, and I don't do things well by myself because of the aforementioned reasons. Do you get why it might be hard, now?

Dude, you're telling me, I live within walking distance of a Hardees and Krispy Kreme. FML.