end song.

Read it. Just do it.

I like it when people are critical of James Dean.

Okay. I’m no MySpace fan. As a matter of fact, as far as social networking sites go, MySpace has got to be by far the dirtiest, most inane, glittery-graphic’d, bad at-arm’s-length-photos-taken-at-awkward-angles-then-contrasted-to-high-heaven meat market one can log into. Which is precisely why I go there. Every now and then I’ll come across a page so bizarre that I can’t help but be grossly amused by it. Sometimes I’m so grossly amused that I have to share it. So, without further delay ladies ‘n gents, I present to you Ronno Jaxon. He’s just another over the hill dude with a pocket full of hopes and a penchant for finding scantily clad women to whom he can send friend requests. On the musical front, this guy really seems to believe in what he’s doing, and I can totally respect that. But, um, I’ll just let his profile speak for itself.

If I were handing out awards for the Most Peculiar Profile Of the Year, this guy would be a top contender. Mmhm.

This is classic. It’s also pretty much how I’m feeling today. But for everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving, I wish you the best. For everyone who doesn’t, I’m wishing you the best anyway.