Validate me!


just another faggot slutty, but well read



Thursday, September 18, 2003 :::
 
The new artist has learned that big, bad anxiety comes when one doesn’t give in to the nausea…to the pain…

(just by giving in, we open up a whole new way of being)

(via: Trueboy)


::: at 3:10 PM


 


::: at 2:55 PM


 
The new artist has learned that big, bad anxiety comes when one doesn’t give in to the nausea…to the pain…

(just by giving in, we open up a whole new way of being)

(via: Trueboy)

::: at 2:52 PM



Wednesday, September 17, 2003 :::
 
I found it rather amusing (if perplexing) when someone implied, well, outright declared, that it seemed that I could not be depressed by anything.

I also find it amusing (if perplexing) that I am now joking about this.



::: at 12:22 PM



Tuesday, September 16, 2003 :::
 
Someone mail me something either:

a) cruel

b) hilarious

c) incredibly depressing

d) cocaine

To do this, however, you will have to validate me!



::: at 4:36 PM


 
Due to the fact that I've been unemployed for the past 4 months,

certain people (I think we're stretching that term to it's limits) have had to put up with being a tad snubbed. These queens obviously have some serious rejection issues, because they have decided that "they no longer wish me as a customer" and I must pay my full balance or face charges.

GO TEAM!!!



::: at 12:53 PM



Monday, September 15, 2003 :::
 
As usual, my birthday fell at the very end of the film festival, thus garaunteeing my complete exhaustion and causing the subsequent celebration to consist of:

-jack

-shit

I'm glad really. The sheer thought of another evening out makes me think only of shoving a sawed off shot-gun in my ass and awaiting the sweet bliss that would follow the pull of the trigger. My gift to myself will most definatelly be, wine, laundry, and bed before sunrise. I feel somewhat nervous making that statement, generally due to the fact that I take special pleasure in blowing all my best layed plans to hell. Not tonight however. This hussy needs some personal space, and a nice Cote du Rhone. That and I have to phone a friend and have him fill in some details of the night I met Cate Blanchett. Party planners should really think twice before making the complementary drink tequila shots.


::: at 12:24 PM


 
He was definatelly regretting ever posting a picture of himself.

I'm still not sure if it was just the fact that it was a public sighting, that it happened at Wett Bar, or that it was yours truly that uttered the scotch scented words that made him so nervous?







::: at 11:59 AM






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