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new skin.
2005-09-29 1:08 am

Wearing a shirt I bought at the Hustler makes me feel sexier than I really am. At least I'm good at pretending to get laid. I need to buy a penis basketball player. Yow, yells the catgirl on my shirt. You rock.

Maybe if I wore this every day I'd start to believe her.

Cintia's taken over, as the obvious eye can see. I can't stop looking at her. Hair I wish I had.

I'm drunk again. Well, not drunk, but getting there. Sometimes I think it's the only way I'm capable of falling asleep. Scary. Does this make me a cliche? Probably. Fuck it.

Kalen is a boy, and he's starting to talk like one.

I think what excites me so much about this movie is that it looks to completely ignore specifications of sexuality. And honestly, who cares? It's a fucking love story, end.

.backwards.forwards.