March 18, 2004

I leave for Spring Break in

T- minus 26 minutes and counting. I don't have any big plans, other than to visit a few friends at home. Home being the middle of Wisconsin, so no "Boys Gone Wild" exposé for me (yet).

But! I am now the number one result for raw youth, leaving Doestoevsky, after whom this blog is titled, in my dust. Take that! you dead Russian author.

You better watch your back, Mayakovsky. You're next.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.