Friday, September 30, 2005


Seems like everyone is lucking out, finding the person of their dreams. I on the other hand retract into the background, while watching hugs and kisses fly through the air around me like cupids arrows. My ears ever sensitive to the tales of love, butterflies, and hearts.

For me however, cupid has merely taken a piss.

Silly faggot. Dicks are for chics.


I work with Super Boy tomorrow. Vacation is creeping up on me.

Chicken fajitas lay behind me, begging me to chew them up. I feel like I was blown up tonight, my head made large by compliments-a-plenty...and then quickly cut down by my own insecurities.

I need some harajuku girls/bois to cheer me up and keep me happy.

Yeah, that would be cool.