Not only did the midget bodybuilder with a mullet have an eyepatch......

but he came to the Lacuna Coil signing to give them an autographed picture of himself. reality for this guy must be something else.

today i cooked some chinese food. i think my stomach is broken now. kim would have hated my meal. too much meat. but oh so good....if i do say so myself. my roommate washed his meal down with some Fresca (a citrusy soda). for some reason there's brominated vegetable oil in it. i don't even know what that means but vegetable oil in my beverage (brominated or not) sounds absolutely disgusting.


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