Friday, January 16, 2004 :::
I'm starting to think it might be time to storm the temple.
::: at 2:45 PM
Yeah, he "loves" me.
I didn't make the rules, but something has to die now.
::: at 2:39 PM
..and the goodhearted one told me he loved me.
Cause=Effect: I quit smoking and pawned a diamond ring.
::: at 2:36 PM
Right now I'm wearing a $10,000 (US), tahitian pearl necklace, and army boots.
The day is lookin alright to me.
::: at 2:32 PM
Wednesday, January 14, 2004 :::
...since I'm going through withdrawl, here's some aimless shit about me:
-I have two passports, both (regrettably) are legal.
-The more I think on it, the less amiable I am to the ideas of country, state, etc.
-I have a somewhat paralyzing fear of zombies/living dead.
-I am a total top.
-Favourite smells: lilac, jasmine, salt air (fresh sweat off a man counts).
-I look exactly like my father. With or without beard.
-I hate the word kiosk, and almost anything ending in "tica".
-Although vegetarian, I will kill anything if it has something I want.
-I'm a professionally trained ballet dancer.
-Whenever I try to convey romantic feelings, I always end up laughing my ass off. I think it sounds foolish.
-At least from me.
-I forget how old I am on a regular basis.
-I don't know how old a single person in my family is, either.
-I don't like mixed drinks.
-I own a $2000 shirt.
-I have a thing for drummers.
-I don't like children. Period.
-I was almost named Oblio.
-I wear mostly briefs.
-Mostly, meaning sometimes it's fun to wear boxers, with baggy pants, and roll my foreskin back. It's a little sensitive at first, but then...
Now I'm just horny.
::: at 11:28 AM
I'm the #1 choice for recommendations for getting rid of cock cheese!
::: at 10:28 AM