Friday, February 13, 2004 :::
The baths were nothing but unrepentant tops, my friends continue their (justifiable) exodus, and for the first time, like, ever, I have to spend V-Day at some hip (see bland/desperate/minimalist/clueless) boite being told, despite all better judgement, several sworn affadavits, and basic animal instinct, that, yes, he still loves me, rather than the usual affair of getting "whiskey-dick" drunk and propositioning cab drivers.
Does anyone know where to get some heroin?
::: at 1:04 PM
Thursday, February 12, 2004 :::
I've been dry-humped every morning for the past 6 days.
At least he's not on Atkin's.
::: at 3:56 PM
Wednesday, February 11, 2004 :::
There's a certain part of you that winces at the fact that you very nearly forgot how to prance.
I almost broke out into hives.
::: at 11:44 AM
"You need brandy!/a-pack-of-cigarettes
You need cocaine!/give-me-more-drugs"
Internal cultural siezures notwithstanding, things went well.
::: at 11:03 AM