Even when I had a girlfriend during this awesome consumer circle jerk, I was always against being forced into a romantic evening along with millions of other easily manipulated schmucks. It's tragic when you think of all the shitty, annoying relationships that get prolonged by an infusion of poor quality chocolates and ill conceived flower bouquets. Ads on TV shouting "Better get her something shiny!" you don't want to be forced to masturbate this valentine's day, you pathetic sap. If you need a card company or a heartshaped gold pendant with a diamond (that some poor bastard had to dig for in south africa) to save your relationship, you are fucked up in the firstplace.

When the assault of the color pink and sappy love songs gives way to the kelly green and the perpetuation of cultural stereotypes that is st. Patrick's day, i shall rejoice.

until then i remain,
Jonathan M. Simon

not really.

I have placed my image on hotornot.com for the purpose of amusement/infotainment.

Currently I am a 7.1.

I have always considered myself a 7.2, so it goes.

Also, i noticed last sunday at Wegaman's that there was a superbowl display with life size cardboard cutouts of Donovan McNabb and Tom Brady. Now, this is weird because at the time of said display observation there were four teams and therefore four QB's(quarterbacks, for the lay person) in the running. How come the QB's from the other two teams weren't represented? The two QB's that will not be participating in the Super Bowl in a fortnight's time? There is some serious funny business going on. Oh Danny Wegman, what have you gotten yourself into?



here's the link to my hotornot.com thingy:


Go Eagles,

Jonathan M. Simon

this snow so fluffy

like glitter, so so lovely.

I miss the mountains.

by way of a bonecrushing drug test and a number of fruitless background checks, I am now a muhfuckin' employee of Community Services inc. For all those people who don't believe in religous trinkets...pipe-smoke this ish:

Before the purchase of Holy Spirit catholic-wish-making candle I was a lowly clerk at a cut rate convenience store.

After the purchase of said candle I have a brand spanking new job with health AND dental. Praise His name.

I'm sending my personal saga of a Jew turned Atheist turned religious icon collector in to Pat "the cat" Robertson and his seven hundo club.

Maybe G Dubs could send the nations unemployed some fucking catholic candles to snatch the wankstas up by their muhfuckin' bootstraps.

Holla,

Jonathan M. Simon

Back in buffalo after an extended stay with the rentals in majestic Binghamton NY, the carousel capital of the world. Enjoyed holiday season, celebrated sister's engagement, kicked it oldschool, pop-locked just a little and now I'm back to preare for 2k5 and a new J-O-B.

Anywho.

for all in tents with porpoises,

Jon Simon