2002-06-02 + 2:31 a.m. +
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?
then + now