twenty-something

It's almost time for summer debachery. I can't fucking wait.

I've been reeled into a "meme" (PS - I don't know what "meme" really means) by that Sheik-ilicious Mormon, Nick, over at Zionide. So here's what I have to post in order to find out nasty things about him:

Ask me 4 questions.
Any 4, no matter how personal, private or random. I have to answer them honestly. I have to answer them all. In turn, you post this message in your own blog or journal and you have to answer the questions that are asked of you.

Sometime while I was sleeping this past weekend, Twenty-Something passed the 20,000th visitor mark (since I began using statcounter last month anyway). I'm not sure if this is particularly impressive or not, but everybody else seems to be making their own similar milestones - so I figured, why not me?

This site has become drastically more popular over the past few days, due to new links from great sites like JustUsBoys and aguysite. And, of course, I couldn't have gotten here without the continued support of fine folks like Richard and Corey, who send a steady stream of visitors from their own amazing blogs.

I would also like to thank all the cool people out there that take the time to comment and, even, email. (I have to say that I'm way behind with responding, so if you have not heard back from me yet, please don't take it personally. God, I am pretending to be a celebrity now, aren't I?)

I will refrain from any Sally Field references. Please do the same.

If you like this site, please keep emailing, commenting, and linking because, at twenty-four, I really do use them as -- as Joe.My.God. so accurately called it -- "a shamelessly transparent vehicle for continuous validation." I like feeling "popular."

But if you really like Twenty-Something -- or maybe just Make the Man or 90s-Something -- maybe you'd consider a donation? As you can see, I've added one of those shameless buttons to my sidebar for the time being. I figure if a guy who can afford a brand-new PSP can make a little cash from this system, why can't a poor, poor twenty-something in Vermont? (Sorry, Oliver - I'm just trying to start a feud and get some linky love!) I want to upgrade the site soon and, also -- stylish size 13 shoes and my iTunes habit ain't cheap!

Thanks for 20,000 hits -- and for making my blogging experience so enjoyable.

Now give me money. :)

"...but I don't know how to show it."

Comedian Mitch Hedberg is dead at 37.

He was brillant.

Some random quotes:

My lucky number is four billion. That doesn't come in real handy when you're gambling. "Come on, four billion! Fuck. Seven. Not even close. I need more dice."

My friend said to me, "You know what I like? Mashed potatoes." I was like, "Dude, you have to give me time to guess. If you're going to quiz me you have to insert a pause."

Download Mitch on iTunes.

<< Continued from '96, Part One

I have said good-bye to Adam and my life in New Hampshire. I face a new beginning in Rutland, the Vermont town I grew up in. And all I can do is cry. I spend the next days in my room, listening to Sarah McLachlan, sobbing... Adam is gone and I suddenly realize my true feelings for him. I feel completely empty. But we don't call or write. I don't speak to him again in 1996.