i agree with andy that single and it's complicated should not be mutually exclusive, hell there's nothing more complicated.
i can't remember why i don't eat meat or believe in god, i know that i had a whole bunch of reasons, but at some point these things just became habit, the same goes for how i dress.
www.scottpenkava.com
you can be the president, i'd rather be the pope. -prince
i am an embarassingly bad speller, who doesn't bother to do anything to correct that condition.
most of all do not plant me in your heart for i would grow too fast there.
--rilke.
我想要結識的人:
if you know how to answer my marshall and my edward you are well on your way.
whomever has found my inner child, i really miss that insolent little shit.
other people interested in helping me bring hip-hop and feminism together to rule the world.
cory arcangel, okay i already met him; but dude, he is way the coolest thing since kevin spacey.
nietzsche, wilde, tina fey, richard prince, prince, gerhard richter, duchamp, john belushi, ian curtis, rick rubens, mike d, mca, adrock, winona ryder before she went nuts (okay regardless of her status as nuts), cindy lauper, bobcat goldthwait, the marquis de sade, tom waits, godot, e e cummings, alan cumming, siouxie sue
And for the record, when it comes to flight vs. invisibility, of Course I would choose flight. QUIT FUCKING TELLING ME WHAT I THINK AND HOW I FEEL. Okay, I'm done now. thanks!! =)
Scott claims that anonymous viewing is about 50/50 on friendster. But I can only see about 10% of the people who have viewed me..so it looks like one of us is in a wacky friendster demographic.
That run away letter was so funny! It shows that you are intrinsically intent on escaping reality or realty. I'm not sure.
I dropped my crystal ball so the readings are little jumbled.
Scott thinks that having cell phones equipped with GPS would be a fabulous innovation, and he doesn't care if that means his poor grandmother would be wandering around NYC and Oslo, missing her phone calls while squinting at the tiny screen and trying to follow the directions of a robotic voice that isn't quite loud enough, running the 43% chance of being hit by a car every few seconds.
I dropped my crystal ball so the readings are little jumbled.
what happens after remorse?
(sometimes i wonder what scott would look like in sneakers)...or loafers.