2002-06-02 + 2:31 a.m. + Moody much?
My words are weapons...
With which I'll murder you with
Please don't be scared
Please do not turn your head

We are the future
The 21st century dyslexic
Glue-sniffing Cybersluts
With homicidal minds and handguns

--Papa Roach, "Tightrope"

*points up* That's the shit, right there.

For those who have not been reading my blog, here's the downlow.

I'm madly in lust with Kyle, a.k.a. Dan-lookalike. I want him muchly badly, and I know he has a mild interest in me. I've decided he's a healthy mix of Dan with a pinch of Tobey Maguire -- only in the eyes, though. He has those eyes.

SURREAL rocks all your asses. Go see if you like the hot piece of ass that's on this top banner here. ;)

I've lost 3 pounds.

I'm happy with my friends.

I'm moderately happy with myself, although my self-confidence is still low.

The Princess Bride is a great movie, and I can't stop listening to Papa Roach's "Infest" album.

I bought some hot underwear. Baby blue, and a really, really bright pink pair.

I want to have 20 of Coby's babies. He's so fucking fuckable. Here:

I also want to have 20 of Dan's babies, but he's so young and British that I'd feel excessively dirty.

Am I still your fine Canadian friend, Jim?

I love this kid's domain. He's hot. God, I'm turning into a regular pedophile, aren't I?

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