is going to miss the skins game. fuck.

is 11 miles closer to being free of the tons of xmas fattening he did

11 miles closer to being free of the tons of xmas fattening he did

is in a good place.

is madly in love with Jake Shears

thinks that perhaps he should not have eaten that pineapplel soaked in vodka for breakfast

is officialy ready for the Miami Marathon on January 27th and the ensuing debauchery

is a happy fatty.

is able to talk again.

is ready to have his voice back

is covered in glitter

is concerned that people are not gonna live to see (slash want to see) tomorrow after the improv holiday open bar.

is giving everyone flavored condoms for Christmas

is a snowflake

is hungover

is done with the rain

is standing on his head for a few hours, working for a few more, and then dancing with my road dogs at Town.

is looking for a Zahmbie Boyfriend. A guy who loves his brains and still treats him like a piece of meat.

is a happy fatty.

is Jolley. Also: Puja knows my dogs middle name.

is a stupid emo boy

is sad on the inside

is all about crushes but is *not* about hypnotists.

is all about crushes

is totally wanting to play with/eat Aquadots

is not sure he's fine with the fact that he doesn't wanna spend thanksgiving with small children.

is enjoying that normal woman look gigantic next to Posh

is thinking this is the longest he's gone without fucking since he was a virgin.

is on your radar

is still drunk I think

is a 3:56 marathon runner.

is a 3:57 marathon runner

is running the Marine Corps Marathon (#18835)!!

is listening to Brit Brit's new joint. (http://www.muchmusic.com/music/firstspin/britneyspears/)

is listening to music his ex-boyfriends once played for him. Marathon on Sunday.

on incredibly good behavior (read: restriction). The marathon is on Sunday... which means 7 days of naught.

on

dandy

feeling cocky and dangerous

all like no more zones, woo hoo.

pained. The Drag Race is the same day Jimmey Eat World's in town. Same time, too. So sad.

happy

gonna have to pretend to be a girl to run the Marine Corps Marathon. Again.

gonna get what he wants. Shoes.

dancing naked in his apartment. New Brit, New Kylie.

sore

maybe flying solo after work.

maybe flying solo after work.

fairly sure he's not drinking for a night, 'cause sleepin' til 4pm is laaaame

stoked about his new bed

horny

maybe getting a cold. Stupid scratchy throat.

in the middle of not much

glad he somehow avoided hangovertown on his trip into Thursday

the same age Biggie was when he died

going to have to get back into the swing of being a good boy

awful glad to have been so bad this weekend

ready to make a little money for a good cause

more than a little excited to see the pictures from last night

pretty sure he'd enjoy nude yoga

glad he found a box of old pictures

missin' puja

in this issue of Metro Weekly

surprisingly busy

bored after midnight. Stupid coffee.

totally DVRing the VMAs. I can't wait to see that bitches wig fly off. I love her.

tuned in, turned on and cell phone enabled. Watch your fingers, you might get burned.

really glad to be learning to live gently

home again, but still sans phone

stoked to be headed to the country, sexy rental car and all!

excited for Taint and Labor Day

listening to the new brit-brit single on repeat. Because he has no phone/life.

temporarily phoneless. Please pray for his sanity

totally conviced that relationships are bad for your health. Cholesterol.

glad that he finished his run even though he was up til dawn

being a good health & fitness fatty

yamma'd for life

wants a shirt that says "bio boy dick"

in desparate need of baggage claim handlers

somehow shocked that he doesn't own a bike.

finding the perfect marathon to maragarita equilibrium

home again, home again.

jetskiing.

tanner than you.

in South Beach

prepping for south beach and slightly bleary-eyed